From afar, they are red paint splattered on a campus. They bleed across the quiet, green field.Their petals are soft as a pillow, sweet as an apple. Each one is silk slipping through the breeze. These perfect rubies form a fiery paradise: fragile flames flickering without fear. The dark plum centers Are peppered with rooms … Continue reading AHM’s 9th Anniversary: “Poppies” by Diane Euh
