Biting wolves take their meat when they can get it make no apologies. Carnivores of the woods devour the scent my shadow brings. To the fertile dark I ask what of my anger? and gnash my teeth against the blackness. To my ears she whispers take an oath to trust the shivers and the quivers … Continue reading In the dark
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The lantern
The bridge was here when I bought the place arching slightly ever so slightly enough to rise above the fall rains. The path to the back of my property gets steeper every year eroded over time and rainfall. The cows won’t quit complaining tonight, every night the crickets never let up hissrattleshatterscreachbuzz my lantern bobs … Continue reading The lantern
Angela Mason 