by Kristin Garth You were aware of mermaids in the sky,fenestrated fins swimming by since youare old enough to be outside alone. Whytheir pallor ash, collective moans imbuesfew fears of what was well known at daybreakseven years old. Magical was mundaneand manifold as silver rain in lakesabandoned by the dead. Mermaiden painschools overhead. Two innocent relatedinheritors of a haunting hate Read More