Fledgling perching on my chest,the protection of the full moon swallows,I was born with…
eye candy
I never cared for the color yellow.
Yellow was the color of the nightgown on the ceramic girl statue that was supposed…
The dizzy sun rose on a far-off townwhere she’d gone,leaving as the hand of…
I would live on the bank of the Sebasticook River and stretch my roots deep into the underlayer of soil and sediment, hidden…