Bard Girl Press
These dates Constantly timestamped in my head A history A trajectory Of dread and doom No need of Friday the 13th My superstitions live these two dates Over and over again. These days are made of loss And grief. They are made of stolen cars And thieved-away spirits. These days a dark blip in an... Continue Reading →
These last few weeks (and the weeks ahead) have been hectic. Not just busy, but... empty, and full. We had a death in the family, followed promptly by news that another family member was entering hospice care. As soon as we finally got the Big Kid back into school from snow days, she had to... Continue Reading →
You never know how A glass castle will crumble Until the last rock flung Finally flies right through The closed window Some pieces are massive Made from the grinding sands Of time Other pieces are so small, So infinitesimal that there's no chance that They'll ever be redeemed. This castle can't be put back together... Continue Reading →
Melody Klink 