Bone and Bramble

Picking wild blackberries,New life abounds in the heat. I had little care of the dirt in my shoesAnd the scratching of thorns on my bare legs as I climbThrough the bramble to pluck and eat, violet stains on the tipsOf my fingers like a fresh kill. I wander still through the thicket. The honeysuckle in... Continue Reading →

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