Poetry: “algae” by Joseph Felkers

August mud clings to our ankles like the skies just opened for a second. Didn’t plan on raining but a little slipped out so we can stop getting cuts on dry weeds and smelling cinnamon starch air dried like fourth grade.   We are so tired of being in this month. It feels like bike … Continue reading Poetry: “algae” by Joseph Felkers

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