Where shall I go when the wind turns sour? What shall I take for the road ahead?
Oh, the journey will be long. Keep safe, keep low, keep your own counsel.
Take green beads and a white stone, warm socks and a banjo. Take pockets for keeping dreams and teeth.
Jordana Connor is a long-time scribbler and fledgling submitter of short stories and flash fiction. She enjoys excruciatingly bad puns, delicious swear words, and the Oxford comma. She lives in Brisbane.