


Wild Garlic

In the Bleak Midwinter
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We Are Church
The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading

Communal

Varnish the Truth
Varnish the truth make all their lies good as new Varnish my soul, remove all the scratches, then back into Continue reading

Her Heart
She gave him her heart She had found it amongst the loam A seemingly irrelevant discovery He promised to cherish Continue reading

Her Memory Lies
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/memorize/#like-254102 She could once memorize every species But now her memories live in a box