You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)
The band did not play Her duet good Grand and the father with one small son stood listening against the rain baker's oven chocolate cooling batch bacon bean ingredients upon the block to prep. Wild girls and their witches whispering of boys and educations from The Great Unknown Off course fly rusting vermilion greened yellow leather … Continue reading The Way of Unfolding.