(Poem) Resurrection of the Wild by Sara Wright
Outside, one woman’s hammer strikes wood, spikes reluctantly give way. Bare hands cut planks, pound nails, A floor appears where holes once gaped. The carpenter takes pride in her skill. Read More …
Outside, one woman’s hammer strikes wood, spikes reluctantly give way. Bare hands cut planks, pound nails, A floor appears where holes once gaped. The carpenter takes pride in her skill. Read More …