Author: Tana Jean Welch

SLEEPING WITH JANE Again I mutate as we move throughthe old park, ready to launch past the spectral-fired flowers, past the Japanese elm sighingalongside the swarm of Jizo statues,bald little monks tall as wine bottles,each transmitting a silent symphony of grief—Jizo, protector of unborn babies. Jizo, an army of stone guardians stalwart in cardinal colored capsand bibs—I rise above the…