‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland
There is something of rain to you I could say to my brother if anger was bite size and not a baton to be wielded to a plum. I want you to want an available peace, an acquittal of ire, a way out of fiery words, a little less of seizure with tongue, the way you bang out the bass of each sentence in staccato, … Continue reading ‘Baton’ by Andrea Holland