Grace Millennium, Volume 1: Issue 1

 

 


 Wheel in Her Hand
her chants
are for the morning star,
a spray of dreams
hanging on a crescent moon

she cards her words, 
spins visions,
and sews them to her like stars
in a peculiar passion

oceans lie within,
coalesced with the sky—
bright threads of abandonment

fire and filament
dance upon
the waters, embroidering
their depths  

 

Alethea Eason, Clearlake Oaks



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