by Peter LaBerge I was that four-year- old boy smiling, thumb aimed at the sky like I was molding the atmosphere’s clouds with Minnie Mouse and my eyelashes, tangled as ever, winked at each other. Dimples singed into cheeks like the atmosphere-clay after I’d jammed my innocent thumbprint into it. And I can’t hold back…

This content is for Basic Member, Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, and Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription members.
Log In Register
%d bloggers like this: