By Holden Zuras
I used to cut through the boughs of life with indifference. My apathetic strokes brought down the lichen-filled branches in tangled heaps at my feet—scattering birds from their triumphant perches. Then I came to the branch of love.
Holden Zuras is a young writer and musician from Maine. Since the start of the pandemic he took up creative writing as an extra pastime. He has been published by Idle Ink, Altered Reality, and Ghost Orchid Press. You can find his music online at holdenandthedangers.com
The Birdseed 