Month: March 2020


Dreams from the Wood Porch

  A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet an Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth, ceremoniously on the old porch, with solemn and careful watching. … Read More Dreams from the Wood Porch

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