Monthly Archives: October 2019
, we wish upon whatever we can scrounge: these shattered stars, the kitefluff of a drunken dandelion sun and one last candle’s kiss. It tastes like copper -penny fountains and a stolen horseshoe score, a broken silver skystone all aquiver … Continue reading
We walk in hush under a humbled sky; hand- led, held to the beat of a broken moon, and a maze of dinosaur bones. .. Written for Poetic Asides.