by Charity Carlson Hirst Reaching up, she emerged from the brown earth, a young baby seedling taking her time….
by Charity Carlson Hirst Reaching up, she emerged from the brown earth, a young baby seedling taking her time….
by Charity Carlson Hirst Today I am a small, lonely leaf, trembling among bare branches of oak, mottled with…
by Charity Carlson Hirst in humble homage to T.S. Eliot’s masterpiece The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock – my…
by Charity Carlson Hirst “Absolutely not. No more animals in this house! Especially creepy ones.” “PLEASE, Mom?” my daughter…