“Sometimes a child is waiting for her turn on the swingset when everything is shadow.” — Tina May Hall Child Copy Share Image
“He had things he wanted to tell me too; I knew by the way his breath hung in the air before us.” — Tina May Hall Breath Copy Share Image
“First Daughter throws her wool mitten into the fireplace to see the yellow smoke. She loves things for the colors they burn” — Tina May Hall Children Copy Share Image
“We git six across the backseat and shiver together, arms and legs wrapped like eels around each other.” — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“We love our secrets; anything hidden is so dear to us, we who are always on display” — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“You kiss my cheek and leave a honey imprint that itches as it dries.” — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“Only son screams for his bottle. Mother says, "He has such strong lungs. Perhaps he will be a soldier” — Tina May Hall Parenting Copy Share Image
“Her mother held a wet cloth to her brow for fifteen months while bees died in the space between the window and… — Tina May Hall Bees Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it felt like my heart beats so slow it stuttered and paused, and I could trace the whole path of a… — Tina May Hall Heart beats Copy Share Image
“We will know each other by the way our watches slip from our wrists, the bruises on our knees, our winged shoulder… — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“Beneath the wishbone of her legs, the fox shudders. The moon falls right out of the sky. Fur springs up to cover… — Tina May Hall Moon Copy Share Image
“He gives her a lump of grief that has hardened at the bottom of the canvas pocket at his waist. He gives… — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“I sang colors to counteract the onset of gray winter. Cadmium yellow, brown madder, cerulean blue, I whispered, invoking pause.” — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“A man is no stronger than his weakest artery. They offer a point of least resistance, and upon the degree of resistance… — Tina May Hall Resistance Copy Share Image
“We will not stick our heads in ovens. We will not throw ourselves from bridges, nor weight our pockets, nor disturb our… — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“Next, there was a poet turned to science, and a second poet, and another. And him, the thick turned thin, a starling… — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell him I loved him and I couldn't remember how we met. He had things he wanted to tell… — Tina May Hall Copy Share Image
“Second daughter walks outside where everything smells like a ghost. She leaves without her red cloak, without her father's ax, without breadcrumbs… — Tina May Hall Children Copy Share Image
