
When The Moon Hits Your Eye
Photo by Gaspar Uhas on Unsplash by Charlotte Hamrick you grab my arm to hold me still, saying I Won’t let you go! I
Photo by Gaspar Uhas on Unsplash by Charlotte Hamrick you grab my arm to hold me still, saying I Won’t let you go! I
Photo by Girl with red hat on Unsplash by Amy Barnes David and I released our high school biology class frogs, like a
Photo by Ramiro Martinez on Unsplash by Amy Barnes I give birth at the post office as boxed baby chicks chirp and cheer
Photo by Jordane Mathieu on Unsplash by Guy Biederman Beatrice rolls pie dough. I harvest hope from the silver Birch, sprigs of wonder
Photo by Kedar Gadge on Unsplash by Guy Biederman Sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they won’t float apart. I reach
Photo by Stewart MacLean on Unsplash by Robert Vaughan My mother would lay out my clothes for church: my pink pants, paisley shirt
Photo by Nikolett Emmert on Unsplash by Kellene O’Hara My tongue wants water, but instead tastes hot sand. She looks beyond the horizon
Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash by Melissa Llanes Brownlee The lion died the day the circus arrived. The asphalt of the old airport
Photo by Kym MacKinnon on Unsplash by Francine Witte I answer, same as always. Nightfingers sweaty and clamped around me like a fist
Photo by Krzysztof Niewolny on Unsplash by Sue Borgersen For luncheon, our bees feed on royal jelly they themselves have harvested from purple
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