While writing this particular poem, I was picturing a group of daisies clutched in someone’s hand during a windstorm. The thread holding them let go. The hand loosened. And the poem followed.
Read “Loose Threads” for free on Vocal by clicking here.
While writing this particular poem, I was picturing a group of daisies clutched in someone’s hand during a windstorm. The thread holding them let go. The hand loosened. And the poem followed. Read “Loose Threads” for free on Vocal by clicking here.
Katrina Thornley 
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