by Scott Thomas Outlar / August 13th, 2017 Still I walkthrough stray strandsof a spider’s webhanging in the woods.The silk is smoothupon my skin,easily slipping awaywith one swipe of a handthat remains ever opento the practiceof keeping all slates clean. I do not fearthe sting from a bitebecause my soulwas prepared for life’s poisonbefore its … Continue reading Proliferation of Peace