Monthly Archives: March 2013

Hollowed vowels are whistling from the trees. They sing my bones to sleep as their forests grow within my heart. ©2013 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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Borrowed Time.

I drove fifty thousand miles through winter; through fog and rising sun. You were the pit of insomnia. I drove into a rising pulse, a tire had burst in my dream, and you were the burnt rubber as I hit … Continue reading

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