100-Word Fiction: ‘Curfews’

What are we If the oncoming silences Sweep in early to Mute us even now? And what if the stories we float Are jetsam for the tide? What prospect is a journey When we cannot believe it ourselves? And where do we get If all the yards of days Are dismantled by dusk To bridgeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Curfews’”