Poems of the Week – Paige Ackerson-Kiely

THREE POEMS BY PAIGE ACKERSON-KIELY   Shepherding Mild lamb, I would gather so closely to me. I raise my hand, ask to be chosen. Life was interesting when I believed everything I heard. Now there is wool in my ear canal. I give myself away. Take this hay, take this big heap of wet hayContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Paige Ackerson-Kiely”