#iselofwrite

The blue heron watches the lightning; wants to take a ribbon of it for the nest. That's how they built their home. Letting the wolves in and reading them to sleep; recycling sorrow into ship-building

a string to connect to bind you to me here to there now to then in to out climb mount for-Ever rock to rock tied and true come now be on the line your end to mine hang in trust you can hold I won’t let

Listen above and below beyond the noise Let the inner world unfold before your liminal eyes Take in your own essence transmute it in out in Lay by me as a blade of tall wild grass sway in the wind be hued

I know it's been a few months since I posted the last of these, but such is the life of a writer, one as disorganized and at times, lazy as this one. But be that as it may, here is the next chapter of

Daisies The only way John could pass the exam was by cheating. He knew it as surely as he knew that his father would beat him if he’d gotten anything less than a B on it, as surely as he’d always known