I know an old lady old as the pines she rises in moonglow to wait for the dawn shuffling through snow the crooked mailbox is empty. I know an old lady who sweeps her words into baskets then sets them alight sends her smoking critique to the Lord on High (you could have done better.) I know an old lady who swallowed the moon. Her belly glowed green like a firefly, and when she spoke moonbeams poured through her teeth like torches at midnight. /////////////// Kim Ellis began her writing career with a red crayon under her parents’ coffee table. Now, as a retired teacher, she is still scribbling away, producing the Karakesh Chronicles, a middle grade adventure fantasy series (from Handersen Publishing), as well as keeping her blog (www.tangledmagic.blog) supplied with poetry, reviews, and other musings. Her poems, stories, and articles have appeared in Cricket, Stinkwaves, High Five, Hudson Valley Parent, and Chronogram magazines. She has worked as a teacher consultant with the Hudson Valley Writing Project, a writing group leader, and editor. Kim lives with her husband and Bengal cat beside the Wallkill River in New York’s Hudson Valley.