Monday, July 20, 2015

The Mustard Grain, Issue 1, August 2014

touchstones
the weight of words
my anchor


summer's ashes
turn to snowdust
on my tongue


I see you
in the empty chair
of your stilled life


the stones we carry
from hearthstone to headstone
grind us into dust


sinuous snake silently slithering


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