babble from the wine-dark sea IV
as the little ones danced round the flames,
the language of their elders poured from their pores.
they could not speak for all the words that moved
upon their young, taut flesh.
they did not know what was being said
from them,
yet they knew that one day
they would ache to understand it.
Keywords:
I sat on a waist-high brick wall with the drunken moon, its head on my shoulder.”
About Kyle
I live in the grand city of Athens, Ga. Right now i am a sous chef at a downtown tapas restaurant. I am back in school to finish the English degree that i left in the rich dirt of the Appalachian mountains ten years ago. I hope to go on to...
Kyle’s Favorite Books
so, so many