I’m honored to be selected. They feature great writers throughout the year. Here is the poem/flash in it.
Remember when the match was lit. Remember when the taste of fire was tangible? Remember you said, “Anything can happen when kerosene’s involved.” Remember the scent of feathers singed? Remember when the frazzled wings carved constellations into the night. Remember the second the sullen eyes made contact with ours? Remember the squawks sounded like birth. Remember the hues of helplessness and horror? Remember when the last feather flew. Remember when you were afraid of the dark? I try to forget it too. But it was beautiful… remember?