Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Bottoms Up. by Graye Meadows




Just as her poetry can prove dark, Graye has a black thumb...and can’t  keep plants alive.  But, ever the dreamer, she meanders in her heart, penning petals on page, hoping to create a meadow. She is thrilled and grateful to have works published at both The Rye Whiskey Review and The Abyss



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