All the want in these veins could water the earth and build forests from the dust grow meadows from the red mud rust — I have wandered through the dry but my tears keep me alive carve a track to take me to the seaside, maybe six years from now I’ll arrive on a quietContinue reading “Desert a Friend”
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duckies in the snow/flakies falling to the flow
The stream’s iced over and the fishies rove safe in the shadows from hungry plover
Christmas Keening
Fill me up, or don’t it’s no big deal I come to the feast hungry, really, it’s fine, I can eat later. Later, when there’s space for me at the table. — Red wrapping paper, winter sleds, plans to wake up early from our beds. As kids, we got dozens of gifts we wanted. ButContinue reading “Christmas Keening”
Jordyn Saelor 