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 wind 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.