When my Meemaw Passed,I spent the week in my room spinning and sobbingsinging a sad song I had always loved from the radio.Hoping the words and my diz..
The gravel crunches beneath my feetwhile the cars cut the air over the way freeThe knife-slit air clambors over the fieldand finds itself right next t..
Above where a thousand birds flapping and fluttering their wings.the smoke clogged sky had faded into an umbra of peach sorbet and aubergine.so soft y..