By Olivia L. Casey My scales too heavy now for me to rise.Scales jabbed tightly in my many achesBraided up in agony, I lie. I lift a wing and loose a weakened cryFor I have found a body too weak to wakeThe heavy scales I carry at sunrise. Anxious eyes…
by Tamara Adelman I’d heard so much about the mystique of the desert, how in its nothingness, it inspires—how the more time you spend in the dusty landscape, the more you see. Dillon Road in Desert Hot Springs is surrounded by the flowers of early spring, and I ride diligently,…