Author Archives: bwarren
Driving west on I-90 We cross the Mississippi A bald eagle circles our morning Head tilted toward Mother Earth
Is faux hope better than no hope?
There’s a mirror in me that catches your words and twists them.
If you eat more you’ll feel better. Like a full belly means a full me.
Scarlet whispers take wing as feathers like red angels flash before our eyes.
Our hearts open like quilts stitched together with fireflies and grain.
stories born where breaks do double takes