Tag Archives: Wesley Dylan Gray

The Web in my Shade

There was a web in my shade, concentric circles spreading out like ripples on crystal waters, broken accidentally by reaching through cylinder to manipulate the switch. The next day, the orbs were back, as if by magic, reconstructed by the … Continue reading

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Picking Flowers

A home rebuilt where fires ravaged, scorched memories beneath foundation, our ghosts of rubble filling the plot. In back one morning playing under the sun, Mom washing dishes in open window, I pick some flowers of mixed-up flora, mostly weeds, … Continue reading

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The Burning Can

Doberman paws nudging face in deep hours of a somber night; immersed in a flickering glow, oddly orange— the fire flares, licking walls, standing tall, and lapping. Listening to the crackle, thinking— Father wants to keep us warm. But the … Continue reading

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