Annabelle Terry

My grandmother died on a Friday. She died in her home, in her bed, a newly started book still in her hands. I got a message Saturday...

if heaven is a place I have walked through its hallways I have laid in its grasses, and brushed Its fingers through my hair. if heaven is...

I am practically spewing open. Thoughts, poems, ideas, colors, music. There’s a desire to catch all of it and also a knowing of the...