by windstrewn August 24, 2017 Number of comments0 poetry reynolds-tin It starved me then. So I ate from it twice.
by windstrewn August 21, 2017 Number of comments0 poetry prairie fire Maybe you’ve never seen a man lose his hope in the smoke…
by windstrewn August 14, 2017 Number of comments0 poetry color the cow Maybe it doesn’t matter if you do right.
by windstrewn August 13, 2017 Number of comments0 poetry gossamer in the crown Leave me to live on your ceiling and, between us, well enough alone.
by windstrewn August 1, 2017 10 poetry why we were on the bus To what sunset should I sweat-lay the rail?