Poem – Mud Intimate (By Tricia Knoll))
Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a hand’s warmth, a glow that stimulates stone fruit. In that line I poke a stone, rounded rock of muddied […]
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