Innocence

  Can you see my Innocence Hidden among the Weeds Am I the Guarded armor Or Petals reaching From their Seeds Can you see my Innocence Hidden among the Weeds  

Borderland

Written by Constance Brown Last week in the pasture along the creek by the dying cottonwood thicket, I stood on my horse’s off side combing brambles from his tattered mane. Looking forward toward his head …

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