So here we are, Shadows in Sunrise. Our night Extinguishing, Diminishing Under distinguished Morning glow. I’ll cry again, I suppose,...

She collected butterflies as a child. She kept them in glass jars and lined them up along her window sill, where they waited in silent...

There was a boy who could harvest star dust. All purple and pretty. He held it in his hand, I saw it. I saw it crackle and fizz. I heard...