34 km from Paris

To celebrate the forthcoming publication of my husband Eric D. Lehman‘s novella Shadows of Paris, I’m posting this poem, not of Paris exactly, but when you read Shadows, you’ll know why this poem makes sense. The characters in his beautifully crafted story also “know something of transformation,” but that’s all I’ll say. You should discover […]

Until Nomading Ends

Giving up the shell can be hard, but so worth it. After nomading, we find home. Abandonment Naked, the crab forgets his hermit ways, creeping in the oyster underworld, brushing against minnow fins and ugly red claws, until nomading ends, and a home, spiraled in calcium, appears. A watery cosmos of green awaits the refugee […]