Original poem written by Danni violet sky swallowed itself violently. wind bellowed unrecognizable voice. her home shivered on foundation. wooden bones unsettled by something older than weather. she stood with them. husband. daughter. son. watched through back window shed lifted from ground like child’s chin tiltedupward. like gravity forgotten. everything shifted forward she said we…
I’ve loved to read since I was in elementary school. My sister and I were reading chapter books in third and fourth grade. I remember vividly reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone at 8 years old. I enjoyed the children’s picture books I had read before, but when I finally was introduced to the…
There’s something so pure about a blank page. Maybe it’s the quiet invitation it offers, the promise of becoming. Maybe it’s that stark-white, untainted rectangle waiting to be enveloped in your thoughts, ideas, and words. That’s how I’m thinking of this space: as a fresh page, a listening ear waiting to be filled with stories,…