The Easter Bunny has never been big inmy family’s mythology, and thank God—I’ve seen the grainy photographs ofterrifying mid-century mascot monsters. But one year, when
Your dove-eyes spy, while sipping Earl Grey cooled by milk,the ruby-throated hummingbird who builds her nestwith down of dandelions bound by spider’s silk—by dawn she’s
The now-clock is the clock of a toddler in which every number is replaced by the word “now”and the hands of now are always pointed
This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half English and half God. Shake the dust.-Anis Mojgani, “Shake the Dust” Didn’t
But not for bodies, not for souls set free,but rather expectations: who they werein childhood’s pure perspectives, once so sure,now clearing in the eyes of
