Sydney Elizabeth ChandlerAug 7, 20201 min readThe Fieldwe dance acrossthe grasslegs intertwined inthe salt of sexthe trees above our heartsthe leaves tangled in our hair our lips spread in the grins of children as we lay therethe sunpaints you gold
we dance acrossthe grasslegs intertwined inthe salt of sexthe trees above our heartsthe leaves tangled in our hair our lips spread in the grins of children as we lay therethe sunpaints you gold
Fractures Pick-pocket change and a trail of dust –– licked clean; huffed deep; a rolled-up tenner in hand –– She tells you she had to put the dog...
La QuintaSo delicate, the mountains stand, like paper-mache experiments sculpted by a shaking hand, no, perhaps a thoughtful hand, one set with...
The FallThey stand tall in the thousands. Momentous in their tear-shape patchworks. Each attached to the tree limb by one thin strand, one so...
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