We Dare
How dare we encourage children to play on the earth’s thin crust beneath which molten lava churns and cracked plates shift and trees—tacked down by roots like those belonging to rotten teeth—drop widowmaker branches upon the drive where my children
It Won’t Always Be This Way
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, I Pray the Lord My Soul to Keep, If I Should Fly Before I Wake, I Pray the Lord My Soul to Take. Tucking my three daughters and yours into the camper’s bunkbeds—head to foot, head to