Earth heavy beneath Air holds us, Water Obeys Fire now within. She.
By Anthony Mac3 years ago in Poets
The Earwig Parade Clicking, clacking, shiny black! Pincers in the sun. Shells all polished up with wax, And snipping just for fun
The Feast by Anthony McKnight Groaning, shifting on its sturdy piers, sways a glass-walled restaurant. Fancy.
