Writings by: Isabella DeSendi

This author has written 2 pieces

Elision

Now the nascent air of January makes me ache. With it comes your   voice, warm as brass inside a body slurred with ice.   When sorrow made clear as air the snow that wind would have to lug, I was sure   I’d hear it all the time: a…

Sussex County

Not knowing if we should speak, we reached the end of the trail and stood sheepish as denuded pines before an endless dark. Low and sinking still, the sun gleaned grey beyond ragged dogwood drapes. Only then, when wind ran through us like a cold hand, did I realize how…