Branches above us let loose a sprinkling of helicopter seeds. Arms stretching up, seizing at spinning dancing things, we hold magic in our hands, as if we could keep still this moment, to grasp fully, like we weren’t ourselves some early sapling thing, small and green, not yet set solid.
Kate E. Lore is a queer, neurodivergent, femme she/her, born into a lower class/low income family, via a divorced, widowed, single mother of four. Under the pen name Kate E. Lore she has had a handful of short stories and nonfiction essays published with various literary magazines.