This Creaking Wagon
These bones are now but drying dates shriveling in the sun. In the morning, they squabble with each other like
Tag: poetry
Listen For The Beloved
Listen for the Beloved. The walls fall down. Listen for the Beloved. The Stories wither to dust. Listen for the
Hellbender Salamander
Tell me again how we all came from the same place. Where you are here, opening your palm to the shaking
