POETRY

by Adrianne Summer I lay in the dust. Spine broken, written, and unwritten, the chapters of my life out of reach. A wisdom-weathered,...

by Adrianne Summer THE END OF PRAYER I stood before the altar in prayer, lighting candles for the soul of the slain prince, our Once and...

by Adrianne Summer I was tired tomorrow. I am tired yesterday. There is no rest for the weary or the wicked. I weary of my thoughts,...