Sam Eliza Green
Memories were buried beneath the ash carpeting Mom’s hardwood floors and smoke forever staining this day when my familiar
We called it Spring when babies, born through blizzards were named after flowers— thornless perennials with coveted resilience to frost.
It's Okay, Cast Away
They say it can’t be cured —a casual secret you tend to hide. Like a birthmark or age-washed scar, it can be covered
Hatches of the Night Owls
When the night comes (and it will), we must batten down our hatches. We will remember sweet sunshine on our necks, in our eyes,