Last few weeks of winter. Buckle up.
poetry
Imagine I am Planted Here
Print is print; pixels may mysteriously vanish.
Twenty-Seven
Looking for myself again and also trying to lose her
The Smallest Saviors
The Florilegia Project #3: Winter Solstice. Words are a trickster god, you know?
Currant Bushes Speaking from November
Who knew decay could be so beautiful?
Tara K. Shepersky 