My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
All tagged river
My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
The rain had been incessant and biblical for days and weeks and nearing a month.
I want to age like this river. Let the clay that surrounds me erode without judgement. Become so beautiful that no one will feel a need to ask about my origins.
We only had two Barbies, the cheap kind with the hollow legs sold at gas stations. We sat in the swift shallows of the low-water bridge, letting the dolls argue.