Month: January 2016


The moon was low. She could see it hanging, dropping at an angle.

It had been like that for a day now. The end dipping.

She had observed it carefully, watched it getting lower. Sagging under its weight.

She reached for her needle. Plucked the starlight.

Delicately she thread the eye. Deftly stitched the moon in place.

Fixed the broken night.