“A poem that mentions cracks in the sidewalk” A step is the right direction but the cracks in the pavement where moss blooms take me nowhere important. A mug full of water holds tales from the ocean and if you drink enough of it you can hear them. That’s what someone’s grandmother used to say.Continue reading “Where Moss Blooms”
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