bare hands
A poem by Michelle Bailat-Jones.
Read MorePosted by Michelle Bailat-Jones | Oct 10, 2018 | Poetry
A poem by Michelle Bailat-Jones.
Read MorePosted by Michelle Bailat-Jones | May 28, 2013 | Flash Fiction
She can still hear the boats, long gone now and sailed off to new harbors, but the slap of water...
Read MorePosted by Michelle Bailat-Jones | Sep 6, 2011 | Flash Fiction
It is her second day of driving. Anne is traveling east on Route 12 and has finally descended from...
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