
Ashes To sweeten the dish, add salt. To bear the pain, render the insoluble. She envied the past its incursions, yet the past yields to all, avoidance to acceptance, trees to smoke. My mother brought to this country a token of her death to come. Now it sits on my shelf bearing implements of […]
Ashes — O at the Edges
Beautiful. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful
LikeLike