I asked some of my women writer friends what they wished for. Here are their answers—some serious, some not, all interesting, and altogether, a found poem. Be sure to click on their […]
Things Long Yearned For
Damselfly
Damselfly* Paused on the underside, the damselfly folds her wings across her back like two matched slivers of isinglass. Her body, thin as a thorn, flits by in sepia tone. […]
The Gloria Sirens 