Articles by Sarah Lucille
of my return
I am missing you numbers course through my veins dates and times I cannot forget no matter how many spoonfuls of sugar I swallow place cardboard cut-outs over my eyes, love maybe then I will […]
Pressing Flowers
I want to write a book of poems about each of my friends: the fierce blonde, the silver-streaked twins, a puff of poison sweet as sugar, an amber-eyed song lodged in my throat, Billy […]