Boreas billows!
The Nor’easter’s icy chills—
Harvest’s squash sugars.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Julia Sinton and writers in Poets and other communities.
Lived and believed on a full moon; dreaming sands are blown from sleep's dune. To bed, for good measure; dream's ease—I took a belly full of cheese
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Poets
the problem with pain is we can only truly know our own in our attempts to understand others we compare it to historical data
By K.B. Silver 4 days ago in Poets
The reason You came in the flesh Your purpose to fulfill Prophecy Your willingness to be the Sacrifice Your life traded for our lives
By Colleen Walters2 days ago in Poets
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weiss3 days ago in Humans
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.