my silent playmates before I knew they could talk before I knew their power before I knew their cost my mother taught me word parts by circling letters on the backs of siren cereal boxes and flashing newspaper beacons … Read on blog or Reader Wrestling Word Read on blog or Reader Word(s) wrestlingwordblog June 6 my silent playmates before I knew they could talk before I knew their power before I knew their cost my mother taught me word parts by circling letters on the backs of siren cereal boxes and flashing newspaper beacons so innocent alone so impotent like a baby playing with disassembled hand grenades (or still-living donor hearts?) I walked on book-paths like stepping stones to Oz before I knew their power before I knew their gift Painting by Catrin Welz-Stein. Poem inspired by a prompt from dVerse. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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