My mother calls long dead phone numbers, leaves notes in old books, and writes lengthy letters she stuffs in over-priced greeting cards. She uses words, she is a writer: she mulls over each one, rolls it on her tongue, savors it before making her selection. She has never tasted “I am sorry.”

Callie S. Blackstone

writes both poetry and prose. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Plainsongs, Lily Poetry Review, Rust+Moth, Prime Number Magazine, West Trestle Review, and others.

Author’s website: www.calliesblackstone.com