Fly me a riverof butterfly dreamsthat flutter and flapon a gust of the breeze…
From the “And Yet…” Series
The currents knew no value, bound by laws beyond choice. The sea isn’t known for…
words that run byare wearingoff brand sneakerswhile swiggingwell whiskeywell well,
My words are lodged inA pit of restrictionDredging them up Is the only way To let loose, to be freeFrom the daily…
by L. Jay Mozdy
With a coo and a fluttering of wings, the pigeon spread itself perfectly flat and coasted through…