Named for the north star Her greyhound gaze lit the way To my heart’s true blue
By Alicia Ruiz3 years ago in Poets
The image of the bird had stayed with her all day. Dead, for sure, but something more. The fan of its mottled black tail feathers, all she had glimpsed on her morning walk with Tully, had stood straight up out of the ground.
By Alicia Ruiz5 years ago in Humans
