Eyes at the table turn
when the dessert tray appears.
Read moreThe Nest of Death
I laid it all inside
so intricately, with grass and twigs
moss and hair, an overwhelming instinct driving on,
through unsure years
Read moreTo the Child We'll Never Meet
We were so excited to meet you.
We could picture your smiling face
We thought of how you’d look and sound
We were told you’d basically run the place