I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in... Continue Reading →
The Disconsolate is gearing up for publication with a launch date just in time to cozy up for Fall! (Aislin's) eyes rested on her right hand. It had been since Death Valley that her index finger had not broken open.... Continue Reading →
I have an hour before I launch— before the air becomes stiff and tight around me, and I forget how to move and breathe. In this place, I like to say that I am ready to understand myself and the... Continue Reading →
