‘A slice of moon provides a night-light as I cradle my suckling newborn…’
Tag Archives: Fiction
White Hare
‘Along the trail edges, needling fir trees pitch against one another, blotting out light and brushing the sky.’
The Art of Prose and Poetry
‘A slice of moon provides a night-light as I cradle my suckling newborn…’
‘Along the trail edges, needling fir trees pitch against one another, blotting out light and brushing the sky.’