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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“Song Bird” now live on Hotelmasticadores
Whispering, your tongue holds back crestfallen thoughts. Nails grip my thighs with the blinding voice of anguish. Winter squalls belt my heartache. Dusk’s eyeless shadows linger at open windows. I tether my sensitivities to a fishing hook that hangs by a hair plucked from my head. My wren and her heart-stopping song are lost. Her…
