She Makes A Wish & Bows To The Vivid Color Of Awake She Feels
BY LESLIE CAPLAN She presses her bare knees into the cool morning earth moist with last night’s rain and bows to the vivid…
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I Slept Inside The Rain, My Dreams Birthed Poetry & I Grew
BY LESLIE CAPLAN (Grain Of Sand) I let myself slide into the silky gray cashmere cloak that clung to the skin of my…
Let Go And Let Be
Your life breathes and sways like the trees on a cashmere-gray day. Holding breath only to release the gust of angst that belongs not inside of you, not beside you, but in the ethers where it can alchemist into starlight.