Awakening by Joanne Uppendahl
Awakening Joanne Uppendahl Whenthe steamyopenness of me ebbed then,I could no longer define myselfas breast milk. I turnedon uncertain feetwhen my babies leftfor life or its end. No longerin the birthing bed, I turnedcounter clockwise on brittle grass,crop-circling, seeking ball-lightningof another kind. Dragon’s Egg© Rick Tobin Review by Carol Lynn Stevenson …