Elizabeth McLaughlinFeb 3, 20191 minFortunesLined now, still the envy of the crows and the mockingbirds. Weighed down by stones wound tightly in gold and silver. Tapping the hard...
Elizabeth McLaughlinJan 21, 20191 minBeginningsFirst nightfall draws first blood. A New Year is nothing new to her, but the poetry in this is too obvious to pass by. So she draws this...
Elizabeth McLaughlinJan 21, 20191 minMoonsetJust there. That great wide moon sliding through the dusty pink sky toward the horizon Toward the foothills. And my heart skips a beat. 6...
Elizabeth McLaughlinJan 21, 20191 minWaning BrightlyShe wakes me out of a heavy sleep, the earliest darkest hours of the morning. Placing her head on the pillow beside me, though she does...