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  • Fault Lines

    November 14, 2017

    I was in graduate school when I had my first child; I wrote my dissertation in snippets while he napped.

    School was logical, ordered….

  • flight

    November 14, 2017


    the years stole away
    my feathered wings

    day by day
    purple-tinted barbs break off
    from the rachis,
    the once fiery-gold vane
    in pain

    but then you came

    and the azure gust you…

  • The Color of Sunshine

    November 14, 2017

    I look out my kitchen window at the bleak gray landscape. Rain again. Coming down in sheets. My little girls, Clara and Ella, are…