May 2021 TinyLetter “…if you think nothing &no one can / listen I love you joy is coming” To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Next Stall, Kim Addonizio Merry Meet, Gardeners & Guardians, May is upon us, and everything is blooming. On Beltane, I experienced the explosion of pink that are Oregon’s cherry blossoms. […]
I meet Muriel’s ghost in my dreams, in the Labyrinth. We’re both dressed like Sarah. I know that there’s only thirteen hours to get to the center of the Labyrinth, or one of us will disappear. I hold in my hands a golden spool of memory. It is my job to unwind the thread, to outwit the Goblin King, to bring back my friend who was stolen. All this responsibility, held in the palm of my hand.