Daily Archives: November 7, 2015
. throw stones. stone thrones save us, shave us down to glass crowns. too stoned to drown, we gather riverstones, shown how the blown breeze whispers truth to trees. would you save for me some small something no one else … Continue reading
.. the day’s gone all roiling boil on us, a must -ard colored sky and my stirred up heartfloor. ghost clouds chase us home. .. prompted by poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 7.