Daily Archives: November 10, 2013

….. She eats them one by one, mince and …..crow and humble, each crum -bled crust opening something loose in her chest. If she can just get the recipe right, perhaps these latticed limbs won’t feel so tight ………and crimped. … Continue reading →

…. Let’s buckle up, and fumble something greater than our own skin, not miss the instant when we be -gin to understand the gravity of gain. We navigate grace as if it is merely falling, not flying, as if the … Continue reading →

…. My Uncle Don stored slivers of sunshine in his pockets. Heading in for a hug, we would listen for his work shirt’s slightest crinkle, our small hands reaching as much for the sweetness of his smile as these golden-wrapped … Continue reading →