by Parker Wolfe
Our tower is built
From love
Like a mother
Weaving, cooking, and singing,
Building the world
And molding the head
Of a child.
And, I am sorry
The wind has
Blown you away
From our makeshift nest.
© 2026 Parker Wolfe
● About Me
Welcome to Galls & Walnuts! My name is Parker Wolfe, and I am an aspiring writer of Dark Fantasy Literature. I am documenting my writing process and reading habits after an uninspired decade. I have my lovely students to thank for reigniting this fire, so I hope I can live up to their blaze.
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