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oh to be just
a newborn little dandelion
stretching my neck above the grave
of an old oak tree
steeped in
fresh sky, clean wind,
smiling blindly at a novel sun Clarabelle Miray Fields (she/her) is a Rhysling-nominated, award-winning speculative writer from Boulder, Colorado, who writes about feminism, scifi, ancient myth, and the many spaces in between. She is editor-in-chief for Carmina Magazine, a publication dedicated to modern mythmaking. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys cold nights, dark skies, and dark coffee. Connect with her on Instagram @cfieldswriting or at https://clarabellefields.com/.