cartwheeling through lemon sky and alabaster clouds, greeting heaven with swooping arms then floating, weightless, down, down to denim cityscape, to corner café and warm embrace, into air perfumed with baked bread and cigarettes, honking horns and worldly accents This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt comes from Melissa Lemay, who asks us to use oneContinue reading “Whorl and loop”
