Contributions by Laura E. Davis

Issue 7 | Summer 2010

Hyacinth Girl

By | Poetry

From her mouth flow apple seeds & hyacinth blossoms. Her long legs bow when she climbs, maniacal— to the treetops. To us, she is so much longer up there. We fear her rough fall and we beg her to return. And she slinks down to earth from her treetop, past cups of sweet tea made …