New Poem, Born of P&W’s Weekly Prompt

Very rough right now, subject to work and criticism. I don’t even know if I want to keep this title. Big Top The trapeze artist on losing his stance, walks the black plank out of orbit swooped into a nest, the kind you may associate with wicker, or felt, or ash stretching the pleats andContinue reading “New Poem, Born of P&W’s Weekly Prompt”