• Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time. --from poem Blood and Blossoms

    Aberjhani (2000). “I Made My Boy Out of Poetry”, p.9, Bright Skylark Book Products