By Madeleine Correa Dew on the windowsill,what remains of the storm. One teardrop falling,faster, faster.I watch it race across the glass as another runs down my cheek.Glazed eyes and fog on the windowmix with the frost that coats the glass.A late winter sun’s light tries to pierce through the haze,but still I can’t see. Madeleine … Continue reading Locked Notes From an iPhone
Academy of the Heart And Mind 