“Lineage or Lullaby”
I am at a loss because I am at a doorway and it is both my door and a child. I am here and I am on my grandmother’s lap twenty years ago, and she is singing a dry creekbed, because of course she never
I am at a loss because I am at a doorway and it is both my door and a child. I am here and I am on my grandmother’s lap twenty years ago, and she is singing a dry creekbed, because of course she never
In the morning I come to you like a baby sparrow—my eyes can’t see straight. Where is our son? What does it mean to be a woman or person or bird or bed or falling chunk of sky? When you go, in the heat of the