Acrostic Late at night after meals are done I ruminate; spine cracking, releasing in exhale. Wondering if this nightfall the pictures will stop.Creek Clams Since childhood, I searched for clams with my toes, dancing on the sea floor, cutting calloused flesh on razor shells and barnacles, memorizing the sensation of mollusks I slide through muck in a slow, meandering waltz, leading with my feet.
-Liz Larsen
The Junction Journal 