Young Lovers or Duck Eggs You can’t ruin them, soft or blue, poached or scrambled. They can hatch into a sparrow, eagle, angel, boy, or star spangling the midnight sky in stacks of 5-by-6 polymer cartons brighter in constellation time than in kind.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Kenton K. Yee recently placed poetry in Plume Poetry, The Threepenny Review, The Indianapolis Review, Delta Poetry Review, and Pembroke Magazine, among others. Kenton writes from northern California. He loves ducks and eggs.