By Caroline Reddy I want to see serenity in our eyes as we explore our souls so that I don’t have to retreat when the amber leaves fall… the Eastward wind is swift lifting up the hems of a purple bohemian skirt and I remembered all the losses the stairs and the smell of death— … Continue reading Surrender
House of Surrender
By James Diaz she asked why I had been walking in circles I'm not, I said, these are small prayers my feet make muscle swarming and I listen so very hard to the crack / it never makes sense the artifacts of breakage / they said I should be feeling better but I feel worse … Continue reading House of Surrender
