MIA KERNAGHAN

There you went, barreling right out of the garden – watching life flash by at so many miles per hour, though you knew enough to be brave...

Look at you – a silver, speeding bullet moving through the night, a blinking red taillight mooning over the streets – each mile its own...

Here is an hourglass of our time, two spirits swirling like a carnival ride — one with silver strands slowly coming undone, and slips a...

This must be the natural way nature works — its quiet nights of unearthing and most days spent thinking of the day before. What is it...

its singing sounds like bells ringing in the wind, mid June. I thought it a miracle to have landed on my windowsill, next to me, though...

How much time has really passed, if any at all? You close your eyes and Juneshine is already over, and the cold bite of October circles...