my mother’s face is a calla lily, blooming against sunshine. her heart a thick / molasses dripping off a spoon into her children’s waiting mouths
Read MoreAuthor: Jessica Bell
Jessica Bell (she/her) is an emerging writer living in Southwest Virginia with her dog and two ferrets. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Hollins University and is primarily interested in hybrid forms that explore themes of grief, addiction, and family inheritance. In her free time, she can often be found by the river reading fantasy novels.