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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Cracks In Our Stones
cracks in the old stone cry out to melike a whimpering fairy with golden eyessmooth still, aging skin upon the river swept rockssweltering, charming a parasol’s reflection of the mirthful sun as you rub their skin, it is softlike a new pup’s underbelly, yieldingas lovers, we often lean upon our stony surfaceyou, the royal stem…