I remember when I was small, and blonde and quiet and all the other things I forgot how to be, I would wrap my arms around a baby doll, hug her to my chest and whisper in her plastic ear, “I love you, Maddie.” I would chew on her cloth fingers and draw on her … Continue reading Cabbage Patch
In this piece, I was inspired by Laura Chalar’s “Over dark water - August 1820: The Shelleys move to Bagni di Pisa” and a line within that read “standing at the stern in dappled light.” Standing at the stern in dappled light, a shield slung across his back, heavy with iron and wood and muddy … Continue reading Battleship
Typewriter Moon 