Jane Hilberry

I used to think that the sadness I felt was the loss of a sister, her shadow tugging at my heels, wanting to go everywhere with me, now that she's grown younger than I am. That was before I understood that when she died, her spirit was not caught bet [...]

My father taught me one thing: craft. He didn't teach me what to put in the poems we made like little origami boxes. Afternoons we sat in the kitchen and I made marks where he needed a comma, where he repeated a word, where the line didn't break in [...]