Michelle Marks

I couldn’t explain what it feels like to endure I can only feel it. The feeling of soft skin that is more vulnerable than I want to withstand. The feeling …

Desert hymns adjust the film of inexactness that often plague a city girl’s reasoning. Precious bellows of wind resonate through a canyon and her fine branches of Palo Verde and …

Ready or not, death can come when we don’t expect it. (I could not sing because it touched my heart too heavy. Sound pierced a balloon of tears. For loss. …