The Glassblower’s HeartBy Sarah E. Skwire It is not stable. It has never been.It’s fifteen thousand brittle, jagged shardsWhich impersonate a whole. Innately marred,It could explode at any time–just whenYou least expect it, like as not.The threat of loss and injury is all too real.You have to heat it. You…
+Brian Ernest Brown
the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart