Tag Archive: prose

My grandmother’s silver is nothing like the sun

Out of the corner of my eye, silver flashes. Reflects. Silver. Moves. Blue. I planted a pinwheel in my living room. I hate saying twinkle. Or sparkle. Or shine. Ifeellikethesearewordshijackedbyvampires I glance over… Continue reading

Animal sentinels

Prior to sleep this evening, I watched a movie about mines. And so I thought about canaries… While I watched people shot and killed. Canaries are victims too. Are they still? In mines.… Continue reading

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