It’s all firewood now, the scarred, splintered, broken-apart tables, benches, and chairs piled   high far behind a country inn, all the dinner engagements and family celebrations they’ve accommodated now firmly   past, service so demanding as to render this furniture debris, the owner and his son, keeping a hose handy,   igniting the fire,…

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: