Sep 23, 2021
3 min read
Living Within Your Skin
Wednesday prose poem prompt: scarification
The gray lines on my knee: gray from the dust of driveway gravel, still there after all these years, from an address that was only mine for two years of childhood. A big white rented farmhouse, where mom and I planted red zinnias and dad taught me how to ride my first bike on the grassy hill out back; where we had plum trees, heavy with fruit and dad…
