I swear someone or something slips me a sentence or two every now and then. They speak to me as much as they speak to you. One word contains whole sentences, paragraphs, and a tumult of emotion. They dance around inside of me,…
Beauty is not looks, but the ability to look.
The leaf dances Around every corner Around every thought Even in the avoided song Now upon the ground A rush of wind stirs Hands like autumn A distant radio is heard Gathered in piles An invitation to jump Soft at first, then…
|David Koblentz on Wand|
|Alyson Hinkie on Wand|
|Elan Mudrow on The Small River|
|Ali Grimshaw on The Small River|
|PATRICK STORIES on No Dreaming Required|