Wren – Page 20 – Wren Handman

Synesthesia

Silken sweet notes like blueberries on your tongue, lick your lips and sample the music in the air. Life never

Plant this seed, she told me, in the harshest place in the world. And if it grows, I will

In old photos, she always looks sad. It’s a strange disconnect; in every memory I have, my mother is laughing,

It’s cocktail time, a spritz of my special cocktail cologne, do you feel the groove? Cocktail pants and a cocktail

She pulls the blanket tighter. Strange how a thin layer of cotton can impart a sense of safety. No reason

Shh. The trick is to be as still as the shadow I resemble. Let their beating hearts calm. Let small

Well, it looks like we might not be ready for the April 2nd launch in its entirety, but the great

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