Bellingham Review Contributor
Grace Lynn is an emerging painter who lives with a chronic illness. Her poetry explores the intersections between faith, the natural world, art and the body. In her spare time, Grace enjoys listening to Bob Dylan, reading suspense novels and investigating absurd angles of art history.
Sparrows rush together at once,a terror of sight when they sense winter.The leaves have gone, the sky is water-marked.Herons, like maids, in white.You are alone in the woods. And yesterday, all beetles crawled offinto the…