#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
“. . . Mothers favor the moon—hook-hung and mirroring the sun—
there, in a berry bramble, calm as a stoneThis is enough to wrench our hand out of his
and simply devour him, though he exceeds even the tallest grass
Every mother recalls a lullaby, and the elegy blowing through it”
~ Excerpt from “The History of Mothers of Sons,” by Lisa Furmanski