Monday, July 20, 2015

The Mustard Grain, Issue 1, August 2014

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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