Poetry
Acorn
Rachel Turney
issue one.
My mom’s dad used to pay me a penny for every acorn I picked up in the yard. He sat in a white plastic lawn chair and counted them as I dropped them in the bucket. 57 cents today.
About the Author
Rachel Turney is an educator and teacher trainer in Colorado. Her poems are published in The Font Journal, Nap Lit, Pulp, Ranger, Through Lines, Blink Ink, Bare Back, The Hooghly Review, and Teach Write Journal. Her photography appears in Writers Resist, Vagabond City, and Ink in Thirds Magazine. Blog: turneytalks.wordpress.com Instagram: @turneytalks
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