By Erin Jamieson
& there’s that breathless moment where my body is not something to control or measure or for others to critique, just a vessel that gives me freedom to escape the confines of these four walls, to witness the first snowflakes of a new season where everything is both beautiful and dead, where ordinary streets are coated with ethereal white, where I might become something new
Jaimieson holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University. Over 90 of her works have appeared in various literary magazines, and her short fiction was nominated for a pushcart prize. You can follow her on Twitter: @erin_simmer or on Youtube: Simmer Erin
