Motif Contributor

By Alyssa Souza Without dawn’s permission  All this town’s foliage  Withers into intangible spindles: Where we can hear the petrichor As it dribbles from Nimbus mouths Into the creek; leaping, fevering, Like a baby stirring in her sleep.  Without the fruit’s hope All good done by  The sun’s immortal amber Is overshadowed  By coldblooded ratsnakes’ […]