Of Fruit
I met a woman who told me the creases in my hand held no hope for children or a life-long love. I wondered if the word alone tasted in her mouth as it did in mine. Sweet but not quite ripe, salty but naturally preserved. Could she feel it on Read more
Nikki Moore
Nikki Moore is a Northern Kentucky University graduate with a love for sarcasm and beer. She often writes of women and the earth, with occasional hints of her daily foibles.