wild honey ( a poem )

{ wild honey. } a poem by lydia redwine    Wild honey! Golden like our dreams, Gold because we can never unearth them again, it seems.   Gold like sunlight scorching our shoulders and the glory we felt playing soldiers. Wild honey: as real as the gold is fool’s.   Wildhoney: sweet like summertime in sugar-sprinkled …

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We took photos in Mt. Adams, Cincinnati

My friend Lydia (we have the same name, imagine that) took an excursion to Mt. Adams in Cincinnati this past Sunday. After receiving photoshoot location ideas from a sweet elderly couple walking their dogs, and changing in a bathroom that a kind bartender showed to us, we found ourselves among these beautiful, old houses on …