Molly Bashaw

We just have to want to and to think hard about it and then we can lift over the wheat fields and fuzzy orange cattle, one of us always faster than the others, one of us still on the ground or beyond the fences, catching up later. Flying is like seeing ourselves from inside ...

I wish I could bring yousome things you may have forgotten, like white locust honey, and those children we met once in Lefkas, named after gods: Telemachus counting to 100 on the square while Aphrodite hid. I want to give you their getting lost, their having somewhere to go. And ...