I am grasping the art of flight. It might be a different method than you think, no machinery or wings required.   I prep the airy path behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway; the pre-flight check is buzzing and complete.   A magic…

WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…