Featherfall(An allegory.)At first light,under a bruised sky,the First Raven rose—hackles oiled,black mood on black air.”Freedom!” he cried,the Conspiracy lifted with him—razor beaks,tun…| Musings from a Stonehead
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tld…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱