Drifting six sided crystal flakes,
seeded dust
filters down to red mittened palms.
Her eyes as wide
as prismed flowers
preserved in the frozen morning.
Ruby, Outside Between Fantasies
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Just a little thing, published
For my piece Before the River previously published on this blog. Now in Beautiful Truth: A Gathering of Voices from Charlotte, NC from Charlotte Lit. Retitled Trees, by the editor.
If you care to see it, here is the link:
Closed Chamber
Layla worried about owls in the pre-dawn, her son sleeping near a circled arm. His feathered hair reminding of flight and soaring love conversely chiseled open rusty chambers of her childhood heart. Inside were beetles, blood poisoning, and cracked mirrors. Of the meaning of owls hooting in threes, while she pulled him close.
53 Word Challenge. Theme: Superstition
Miller's Minuscule Mystories 