Autumn’s first frost forms, a thin layer of crystals cover the blades of grass we take our early morn’ family walk, thinking thinking thinking i

I hear you brewing, twisting, tearing through the trees in the backyard. A violent energy—with the strength of dragons, crushing the tiny buildings beneath your

By now, the scab should have fallen off— new skin revealed —that is what they say, all of them And I pick at every new

In one breath, she pressed her past and present flat between the pages of a seedling desire to stand steady on the balance beam of