Stone by stone,we drag and stack,the fallen limbs of yesterdaysnap against restless winds of today. Sturdy knees bend,shadows sway deep blue —our bearbag hangs, makinga moon of its own. Stone by stone,we sit, heavy-hipped,hair pulled awayfrom the damp of our necks. On a Narniac throne of sheetrock,we watch the sun foldbehind the Allegheny River —whereContinue reading “Stone by Stone”
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White Noise
The quieter I try,The louder sound I make White lace pressed dimplesCreak of old-fashioned lightLike a piano string dragged between fingersCarpeted navy blue brineHe stumbles Through absence of wife and sunlight
WAKE
WAKERachel M. Croce Bernard is not the name of a man, but a place where winter eyes cast shore to shore and land kissed upon seagrass-laden rocky salt-marshand feast upon simplicity where loneliness mates with dreary coastline I wed myself to mean unsailed sailor bent upon cracked compassarrows dance between glass and brass loose bootstraps lift weighty limbsin searchto hideContinue reading “WAKE”
The Word Mill 