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Leaves Shadow

Marie Little

Writer of poetry and short prose. Pushcart Nominated 2021.

Wild Path

There must be earth and fingernails in the forest...

Latest work

"He snaps up the last smooth glob: Heart? Kidney? Soul? He eats open mouthed, jaws working like machinery." 


Taken from From The Window, in Five Minutes

"...the biggest one emits
a sound
akin to the thump of a shed key
on grass..."


Taken from The Shed Key has a Passive Voice in Ink Sweat and Tears

"You sat quietly hooded

snuffling Teddy

peppery with love


Taken from Breakfast Walk in The Cannon's Mouth

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