Author: Kelli Russell Agodon

All which isn’t frightening,is heavenly. Is the safety of birds and the madness falling into a farewell. Ignite a match, and a little more light into darkness. A little more beauty in the melted wax on the table. We know there are cracks in what hardens.In rosebuds. In the deep freeze of the unexpected lilies. Sometimes the pond is. Empty.Like the mulberry bush.…