micro-nonfiction
i say float, i guess, because there is an ethereal lifting quality to the term…
a micropoem
There are dreams that will rip you out of things. Rip you up by the roots, badly, scattering you on the ground as it goes…
My secateured handHovers — bee-like.
Your eyeskindled with fierce awarenessnaked vulnerabilityand a stillness that softens…