There’s a special pleasure in reading work by friends—and sharing it. From Diana Brantley’s new collection, We Are the Sum of Tiny Spaces, published by Culicidae Press ~

And lately I find Pegasus, that wingèd horse,

Whispers to my inner ears and hangs about my neck.

I never thought to write, but

The horse has called, and now

From time to time, his breathing comes

Upon me when I least expect,

When driving or somehow engaged

Away from writing implements.

So I pull over, scrabbling for my phone.

The passionate steed, controlled by my light rein

Flies free upon the electronic page.

This verse from the poem “Totems” appears here by Diana Brantley’s permission.