Daily Archives: April 25, 2016
Check out more of Susan’s work here. .. We hold our selves together with intricate skin, a spill of freckled stars. You asked me what I’m made of, and I’ll show you: the scattered trails of these woods. The way … Continue reading
.. I am from ink. The brink of heartbreak. The swell of grace. Some podunk place you’ve never heard of. A pom-pom. A pen. The pocket of a jean jumper. The bumper of a Gran Torino (green). A reservation mesa. … Continue reading
… She’s opened a halfway house for wolves, you know, a place for rebel lobo hearts to make a better choice before the hunter’s ax falls. Grandma makes a mean morning (vegetarian) meal, and some days it just feels good … Continue reading
…forgetting the things which are behind, and stretching forward… – Philippians 3:13 .. Some days, the only way to exorcise your demons is to sway in a furious breeze. Just ask the trees. They’ve been doing this tai chi thing, … Continue reading
.. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, the pensive nature of the quill. The quiet pink will of the eraser, longing for things unsaid; the pull of paintbrush over parchment skin. We write reams and plant dreams in … Continue reading
.. I’m just gonna keep writing poems no ………..body ……………………..finds. ..