the wisp that flickers where no foot can tread

We, food allergy mama bears, might seem a little cliquey, a little “helicoptery” for your liking and preference, a little neurotic to you who have less to worry about or even consider. You might find my attitudes at your child's[…]

Next came the narrow silk straps of her bustier. She pushed the satin fabric down, toward her waist, exposing her breasts.

The boundlessness of the night sky mocks our sense of scale.