Poetry – Page 15 – Grand Little Things

NOW, I KNOW DUST By S.G. Parker

NOW, I KNOW DUST Once, I knew dusting and pink feather dusters, wiping a cloth over black walnut wood, scouring the scum from a tarnished

THE TALE OF LITTLE SISTER The new moon waxing above Westminster was elegant and pure, unlike the trickster, and she, so innocent, was lured by

All That Glitters I had a coin In my heart of hearts I wanted you to last From the corner of my eye I saw

Dressing the Girl and the Well, Tissington Bruges lace, chosen by the women of the family, stitched into a First Communion dress, swathing the brown

The Tinder Chant swipe right to indicate your likes wait until morning for results repeat every day for romance believe in your online presence wait

Shame Do other creatures feel shame? A spider? Have I spun my own life around a web to protect from feeling shame? How do I

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