by Dana Labe   (i) My morning mind seeks An imprint of your arms to Embrace the cold day (ii) Trees at the window Surprise the dragging afternoon With green potential (iii) Through your imagined lens I catch points of…

by Dana Labe   1. Tethered to the shadow of my father’s world Lawyer’s daughter in her brand new job I blunder in dark spaces beneath the rule of law My father wore brown shoes on Tuesdays His life was…