There it is—the curve of the brush.It bristles and tickles the roof of your mouth,your cheeks ballooning wide, exposing that small, brave gapyou gave away, unique as tide pools,to your brother and three sisters,pondering the small spacesthey fillwhere you cannot yet reach. From the crook of my arm, I first read you Kissing the Birds,whereContinue reading “Bristles”
Tag Archives: Watercolor
LIELACS
Lately, on Tuesdays, I start the morning with an early drive along the Chagrin River, winding through county lines before arriving at a small café hidden from typical Chagrin Falls traffic. Before grabbing an espresso beverage, my sister and I chat on the phone interim her two jobs in North Carolina. I then settle intoContinue reading “LIELACS”
The Word Mill 