Small shite it grows in the light a forest of green in a bucket of skyfe twisting onward and upward… Read more The arborist’s first grandchild (one in, one out)
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Fences
Stitches seep across burnt skinwounds that weep ounce sewing pinssinew shapes turn sutured tracksalong yellow shoulders, down purple back Green… Read more Fences
Interchangeable eyes
When we knew each other we barely had the time to look into each other’s faces Whenever we did you… Read more Interchangeable eyes
Tighearnan John Kelly 