Crumbs
Some say the purest death is to be ravaged alive by beasts. A final communion with creation and instinct. I could give myself to the lions as red men gave their flesh with joy to birds of prey, a feast laid high on offering altars of pine, their bodies rising bite by bite to fill … Read more
The Little Blue Boat
When I was a girl, my father gave me a little blue boat. It was deep and fully broad enough to hold two laughing girls with eight knees and elbows altogether. There was a rope for towing out on courses charted by our dreams and pointing fingers, or grabbing back if any current dared to … Read more
