Harriot West
Intoxicating
Last night he promised “Never again,” but tonight he says, “Come on. Just one. We need to celebrate.”
star-filled sky I recycle another wish
About the Author
Harriot West lives in Eugene, Oregon, and rarely manages to write a prose poem that feels complete without adding at least one haiku.
through moonlit streams
whispering dreams
define stars
with ascendant stairs