Wall, rock, place and grace

Back against the wall.Between a rock and a hard placebut I won’t bend,too busyto be scaredlike my Bigmama said,I scoff at dangerand convert itinto words to live forever sequenced in the poetic as my Grandmadeclared on a summer day,no desertswill colludefor my demisethat I can surmise,I shrug it offand imbibe baptismal waters from the edgeinContinue reading “Wall, rock, place and grace”