Nina Bennett

Editor back-issues, poetry

Dispersing Luck April wind whips tumbleweeds across the plains of Santa Fe. Some wedge in barbed wire fences, others bounce along I-25 like children playing hopscotch. Maybe that is what happens to the souls of the dead. They travel unfettered, gather the detritus of life as they journey from ocean to mountain to desert.   What we call luck might…

This content is for Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription and Basic Member members.
Log In Register