MIA KERNAGHAN

Night is the easiest time to become entrenched in abstruse ideas and grand possibilities and dip into the pool of memory, where every...

Some years back I saw a great, blue star, glowing in all its magnitude, growing high in the midnight sky. It was beautiful, radiant, and...

I remember those late summer evenings, how they grew so tremendous, forest green — though I watched it with inane eyes back then and...

I have lived a beautiful boys life, woke up to the Rocky Mountains on each side in the morning, saw deep in the night all the stars...

What purpose did I have protecting myself, when I felt a feral intensity so acutely I could no longer make peace with the thought that...

I only remember the snow — everything else felt as if dreamt — that sweeping feeling, wondering if my heart was still good — every corner...