by Caitlin Ross The sun, having travelled a great distance,Breaks soft upon one still, rose-tinted cheek.Glowing waking hours of our existence,Pale limbs stir ‘neath their tangled, off white sheets Light dust hovers in the shafts of sunlight,Like birds flitting, basking in morning heat.The old bed creaks, and the young sun highlightsSleepy young eyes, which crack […]
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by Caitlin Ross Riding down the river brown, With feathers in my head, Wearing sunshine like a crown, Fish dart through the riverbed. With feathers in my head, With the wind against my back, Fish dart through the riverbed, We advance down this new track. With the wind against my back, Our paddles flush to […]
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by Caitlin Ross a fuchsia holds a different meaning to you than it does to memy hands shrink down to a child’s hands and i laughdo you remember who you were before the world took its toll on you?and do you know where that person lives on?do they linger by the old green pond teeming […]
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by Caitlin Ross mulberry boy,it was a balmy summer day wheni first saw youi was walking on thewarm pavementwhen yougreeted medangling, swayingfrom the bowed branch ofyour tree. your branch was justin my reach,you looked plumpand juicy and sweetyour deep, lustrous exterioryour mellow, purple scententicing meto takea bite. you were just assweet as i imaginedsucculent and […]
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The Poor Print 