Miss World by Heather Derr-Smith
Miss World Heather Derr-Smith Four in the morning in the Schwenkfelder Church yard. The stars ripple and lilt, slits of light, talismans. My grandfather could name them all, incantations in his “gigger” bag, scraps of paper, folds and scrolls of protection. “Between thought and expression lies a lifetime” sang Lou Reed from the scratching needle…