Fairy Tale. A prose poem by Heather Birrell

Fairy Tale The light was harsh and clear, and the sea was near, but desert plants grew outside my window. At night, I played Scrabble with the other residents, then copied the words we had placed on the board into my notebook. Crowing roosters and circling, stray dogs woke me every morning. For breakfast, IContinue reading “Fairy Tale. A prose poem by Heather Birrell”