Writing
Cremation, India, 1983
Flesh to fire on Friday Freed those bones, that blood, to boil and burst Upon the breeze. (The
Merrin Wilding
May 2, 2021
WRITING
STORIES
Poetry
Collaring My Mind
A tight collar, that would be best. Black leather, maybe some silver studs. If I could wrap it
Merrin Wilding
March 12, 2021
Writing
Curb of your Childhood
We are sitting together on this curb of your childhood. I warn: the asphalt may make your feet
Merrin Wilding
February 23, 2021
Writing
Swaddled in Silk
Silk is expensive, I know this. But it is such a serene statement, and it drapes in layers
Merrin Wilding
February 4, 2019
