Stories tagged “similar”

• Collective Bone

  Language Is the expulsion The power of a thought Is its primal place of propulsion… That is To say it’s All its own— Housed within Our collective bone

  • Author: Tad Winslow
  • Posted almost 2 years ago.

• Recovery

  Breaths of alabaster frost Billow up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.

  • Author: Tad Winslow
  • Posted over 1 year ago.