In Saying Goodbye

I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale yellow-gray head to his almost black tail I spent yesterday willing...

Beauty Does Not Stay Down

before you mourn your mom smiling out from behind the gauze of her disease, remember beauty will not sit down before you expect your dad to be reasonable, to let go of both mom and who he is this instant, remember beauty will not sit down before you ask your cousin,...