No. 5 · Harvest Time
Uprooted
I remember when sleep and rest were synonymous and I awoke each morning, or early afternoon, feeling like a freshly-watered plant with my shoots yawning toward…
No. 5 · Harvest TimeWillow
a soft tree dips in the breezes easing in the water its scaly leaves so sodden in demons that echo and trickle now wetter in this…