Moving breath; inhale,
exhale. Chest rises and falls.
Feel air in your lungs.
***
Blood pounds through your ears,
a raging river contained
by nearly nothing.
***
Bones and flesh of earth,
built from nothing--into you.
Each, all, except thought.
***
An inferno of
heart. The whole soul on fire;
the spark that makes you.
About the Creator
M. Darrow
Self-proclaimed Book Dragon working on creating her own hoard. With any luck, some folks might like a few of these odd little baubles enough to stick around and take a closer look. Mostly long-form speculative fiction, released as chapters.
One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler7 days ago in Fiction
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