“Campfire Companions” poem: “What a longing they touched in me! Ah, would that I could lose myself in the wilderness, become a ghost of smoke and shadow, moving so subtly through the lucid moonlight that all my edges wore away.” — Elizabeth Barrette Copy Share Image
“A permanent dull ache spread from my belly to my chest. I thought I could feel pinpricks of loneliness in the pads of my fingers, taste it in the back of my mouth. Clara Miller must have been lonely too,… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
