Darkness calling, pierced by the lone cyclopean eye, a road that bends beyond sight, to roll through the forested bosom of enchanting night. Where the asphalt holds a small barrier upon undulant roots and curving earth, where all is swallowed, digested, reborn through midnight wonder,…

Only yesterday we were orphans. Disconnected names on a tree of barren branches. Only empty limbs within reach. Arms too short, fingers too ignorant to find their way up to the lap she once offered, soft bread baked with love, the warm blanket of home…

How She Found Us                                                     after Diana Khoi Nguyen This is how she found us the past draped about us…