Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Messenger: Bishopville, South Carolina 1998 Comments

Rating: 0.0

The morning waited—a sparrow in its egg, still and gray—
too early even for the work of dreams.
But something stirred, a twitch of muscle under skin,
as if they knew what was coming—broken glass, shattered sleep,
...
Read full text

Melissa Morphew
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success