A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...