By Jessica Ursell when red deer antlers poke through the hardwood floorthat’s a signal I can’t ignorereminding me I can walk through walls of words into a poem of Japanese cherry blossomsand emerald birdspink tufts of poufy fluff surrounds the soft grass strewnwith rich coffee groundsmingling scents sweet and hearty gazing across the verdant carpetI … Continue reading I Can Walk Through Walls of Words
