Daughters of Miriam
I sing of the Daughters of Jerusalem, the lilies of the valleys, the roses of Sharon and how they dance around the fire like their mother Miriam, smoke billowing around them.
Tentacle Fingers and a Mother’s Reflection
“The absent smell on my own hands stands as a reminder that every day she grows just a little bit stronger.”
Todos los Dedos de la Mano (All the Fingers of the...
“All the fingers of the hand are not the same.”
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If I could do it all again I would write you a hundred happy endings, spell your names into each leaf and tree and cloud.
A World on Fire
“This is it, she thought as a metal support beam groaned and fell into one of the grocery aisles. If only she could force herself to move.”
Second Half
"The night goes like this. Maria goes to say goodnight to Calvin. She knocks on his door, but there is silence again."
