Blossom By Katy Clayton

In winter, the lilacs broke. Licked with ice like jewelry, the branches too tired to stand fell into the bush’s heart where we used to make house. It was hard to know when it fell but later we’d swear we’d … Continue reading

Travelogue By Katy Clayton

We didn’t go on many trips and I think I remember them all except for the capitol. But you weren’t alive for that one. Anyway, now that it’s not the beginning anymore I am wondering how to keep track. We … Continue reading