Red Ball Hannah wept silently into her dusty apron. She spun her thin face around, much like a donut, awaiting its freckling of powdered sugar. Tears cast their agonies upon hand-stitched hydrangeas, petunias, and magnolias while honeybees clung close with their bulging pollen-laden legs. Ruth had spent six months embroidering this apron for her and…
Category: wildflowers
“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House
slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…
“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc
flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off…
