Venom in Visitant

I fondly remember walks through the high Mojave with my grandfather. This poem visits those memories. I thank the editors at Visitant for sharing it. Please take a peek!

https://visitantlit.com/2019/11/05/venom/

Venom

My brother and I used to walk through the high desert east of L.A. with our grandfather when I was nine and Marty was seven. We walked far and had adventures we never shared with our grandmother, but I’ll share one now with you folks. Here’s a link to a poem: http://fictionique.com/?p=19683