Satin Dressed Doll at the St. Cecilia Ball “Either you fade away or you become a debutante.” My step-mother announces with a voice of a...

And I can hear you speak when you Press your lips together when You can’t stop talking about the Sun. It beats upon your back. Come and I...

LADYBUG Upon a mint leaf appeared a beet-red ladybug. Her left wing dilapidated, her black eyes tearing, She whispered into my ear, “My...