Tag: Drucilla Wall

By Drucilla Wall,   Erect blue towers on my body. I lie low in sweet reflection, to all my creatures give provision, I layer the stone to mark the way.   At my edges leave your boot print. Test my wetlands with your poisons where the absent salamanders follow with me to the river.  …

By Drucilla Wall,   One misty night on the road to Wentzville, a doe cut across the headlights and vanished kicking gravel chips from the edge of the woods, her provoking rump giving the last flash.   I used to be that woman, luring men to their deaths, or so they liked to think, when…