Molly Cara Writing

The sun heats the pond till it rises, invisible.Clouds cast shadows on the hilltops.Do you recognize my perfume?It’s the same the wet grass wear..

I’m sitting in a field, sipping wine the colorof wind. Wind is the color of water, so maybethe wine is water. I’m too drunk to tell.Two ki..

The rainstorm churns inside the clouds. We watch the dance of branches and blossoms chart the wind. You say you’re thinking of leaving, you&rsqu..

Birds twitter. Ferns unfurl. The sky looks like the inside of a geode, so if you’ve never seen a geode, go out and see the sky. Don&rsqu..

*Work-in-progress; I will add more as I write more

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