Recommended by Marilyn Flower
After the firestorm reduced my home to ash, it also silenced something within me. I was numb, unable to feel, unable to write—the words I had always turned to for solace vanished. But in the winter of my life, word by word, I am reimagining my life.
Mary's writing is raw and powerful,, and yet shimmers with lyrical beauty. How can so much poetry emerge from such tragedy? Cause she's a phoenix rising, with words as her life line---something triumphant our way comes!

































