My brain is so full up with my works in progress I can barely think of a blog post for tonight so here’s my lazy offering. I took this photo last night of the full moon and paired it with a poem from “The Sampler,” something I’m working on now.
A woman in a red prom dress is singing it softly to herself as she sews scraps of dead men’s clothes together to make a crazy quilt. She sings this rhyme over and over as she stitches, alone on her porch with no company but a flock of chickens pecking away in the background.
