Fog-chilled air slips by yawning curtains tassles flowing hair upon glowing brain brissling naked skin with goose bumps and tickles waking slumbering sin from dreams not so little. Dream-filled air escapes parting curtains wrestles chilled air upon memories slain chilling dreamy air with beauty and despair taking skin, sin, and hair into the fog-chilled air.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Love Tinka