I.His legs are twined with the branch below him as if they were just another knot taught to him by his father when he was a young boyII. I know a girl who wears innocence like a sundress, setting each night over her anklesand I know that there is a boy with kerosenein his eyes…

This content is for Basic Member, Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, and Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription members.
Log In Register
Listed at Duotrope
Listed with Poets & Writers
CLMP Member
List with Art Deadline
Follow us on MagCloud
%d bloggers like this: