Inklings 2020

THE SPACES BETWEEN Catie Tohulka I love when words wrap around the mind like emerald tendrils, Creating gardens of wildflowers or towers of ivy between the crevices of existence, When words become nails and wood, building the foundation of a world built on syllables, When red drips from letters and becomes lips of beautiful love phrases, When blue flies over pages and over fingertips, building a sky from which will come the rain of a new world, When green sinks from As and Bs and Cs to form lands where lives will be lived in fiction, When the spaces between words and letters become the vastness of a story. 22