A Good Mother
You wave absently at him, staring down at the goldfish, several of which he has just crushed into dust.
Fiction by by Tacheny Perry Continue reading A Good Mother
You wave absently at him, staring down at the goldfish, several of which he has just crushed into dust.
Fiction by by Tacheny Perry Continue reading A Good Mother
“Still, I watched him grow wide and heavy and slow
Plodding the confines of his cage
While I shrunk… ”
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fresh air tickling at my nostrils, and
the wind blowing tangles into my hair. Poetry by Rose Menyon Heflin Continue reading August 2021 MoonBite: Ode to Mama’s Oldsmobile