In our memories, the moon was old and full when we started and now lies unripe, deflated in the sky. There, time is still a
more loveAuthor: Nell Crossley
Nell Crossley (she/her) is a queer and neurodivergent poet who lives in Colorado. When not writing, she hikes in the mountains, reads speculative fiction, paints her nails, and works in the suicide prevention field.