by Leslie Caplan March 27, 2018 0 By Leslie Caplan HOLY FIRE 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…
by Leslie Caplan April 26, 2017 1 By Leslie Caplan POETIC JUSTICE 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.
