Author Archives: Sarah Horton

To keep the sweet bird that flutters in my breast at small things from forever turning its head to the softness beneath its wing.

The photo I lost is black and white, has a crease from side to side and odd, scalloped edges. Below the crease are my father’s skinny ankles and below them, his slippers. He sits on the couch and stares at something out of sight in his bathrobe late at night with me, the last ofContinue reading “The Photo I Lost”