Before I was, My grandfather, creased and brown, was in an accident. A big rig full of pipe ran over a stock trailer. Even after 40… Read more “Broken- Wendi Clouse”
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Withholding- Wendi Clouse
No smile or wave in the gray light of dawn, instead a dark look and turn. Withholding. She melts beside me, shrinking. Wondering, like a scolded… Read more “Withholding- Wendi Clouse”
Whisper and the Roar 