Flying sixty-nine, writers
entwined.
My toes the compass
pointing skyward
pointing east.
Feast on the well of
your India Ink
and I your quill to taste.
About the AuthorJai Britton was born in a barn (or so her mother said) in Saskatchewan where she learned to spell long words at an early age. As of today's date, she sells other people's poetry for a living hoping she can learn by osmosis. She has spent her time in purgatory doing journalism, receiving awards for copy-writing and waiting tables. Jai is recently published in mannequin envy and Carnelian. She resides in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
