A Knock crisp welcoming voice of the wrenhow her incantations I long to hearbut she placed her voice in a boxher color, joy, and song buried near wailing calls soft, tiny bulbs hoist sailoak tree slain by a dismal, frail windroots glisten in the sun, a forest-sickmy body dismantled, like my friend To continue reading,…
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“Flicker Of Sun In Winter” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
nature calls moss curls beneath fledgling toes trees whisper tales of new saplings her name ricochets off her bark sap ascends birds indulge flavorful nectar sitten on statuesque willow oak, she listens To read the rest of this post, please go to MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Barbara, for this publication. Barbara will review my new book,…
“False Security” Now Live On Hotel
Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink. Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope. Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart. Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…