Tag Archives: Alisa Golden

Shelter

What’s between the sheets, and what’s under the mattress. Covers pulled back, once warm. A face staring from a woodlooking frame. A window makes a wall breathe. Arms like wings unfolded, a swinging gate blown open; the catch? No latch. … Continue reading

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Everything Is Temporary

Even the words that you gave me, chose for me, delivered freely can be taken back and given to another, but I accept them now and will fold them away with the pillows kept for guests. Alisa Golden writes, makes … Continue reading

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