MIA KERNAGHAN

How funny it is to have found this version of myself once more — and to think I lost her so long ago! She said, six months is nothing,...

And so it was that I found a world that had revolved, dissolved and then rebuilt itself on something entirely new, though there were...

A large part of me died last spring, last May, and never returned again whole – I see her, sometimes, in the swimming stars, or hear her...

As I remember, he was looking right through me, as if invisible, still holding the sad dignity and edging estrangement of a young man....

Oh, the unnerving shiver is already back again — either flying or fleeing or sleeping next to me sideways. This old friend of mine, the...

Can this be my last day on earth, as I know it? Last time I drop to my knees, needing a man who disappeared by the morning. Last time I...