by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
by Melissa Ashton Honeysuckle poured its’ essence into the languid day of summer heat. Rumbling bees hum inside the world of waving grass, magnified within my slumber a sanguine melody.
