I’ll be doing the drawing for the Wordamour Giveaway later today, but first I wanted to post a poem I’ve been working on
With staccato notes they strike,
roll like billiards
down the shed’s freshly tarred roof.
Gathered up, their hulls clack together
A shy child’s blocks in a silver bowl.
Each ebony streak contains a universe,
each mottled shell a native land.