Once she could have held anything steady and safe: a glass of tea, her brother's baby. Now her hands shake at the weight of a fork. - Lisa Suhair Majaj

The sun will rise again tomorrow,
vigilant and weary as hope.

My writing process is generally a bit haphazard. I carry notebooks around to capture ideas, observations, phrases, images, chunks of freewriting. I shift to the computer to do more substantive writing and work on craft issues. I always generate multiple drafts of pieces (keeping all drafts in a separate folder), and often experiment with form in different versions to see what fits the text best.

consider a delicate porcelain bowl
how it crushes under a single blow-
in one moment whole years disappear