The all-around view was brambles in a weaving of tree-twigs some like beaks when infant-feeble spring is late in April’s cradle under a vast
At six, a baby sister is Cabbage Patch, a flesh doll to dress in ridiculous hats. I took her to kindergarten for show and
When she came home from church, she thought he was standing in the corner between the bandsaw and orbital sander, until she saw the
You’ve carried the antique, silk threads of pink and ivory, inside from the back yard. It’s raining. In the morning, springs sag when you