I understand and guess that you will expect some prose about material things made out of passion. Apologies, for I must say the craft that drives me everyday is not so easily held. You'd like to know it's contents, the things that make it go...
By Maggie Crouch5 years ago in Poets
HER EYES, MY TRIAL incensed with the pain a nonsensical disease blood shed from the heart scrapes upon my knees with eyes like heaven
my backpack's done it's journey. these feet; too used to move, the lamp, overhead, Blinding. Shadows welcome me home. Finally in the right place;
