When my friend says of my trees, they are HUNDREDS of years old, we
are giddy, laugh too loudly, forget the time, lose the sunlight,
the owl flies to its ANCIENT branch in rapid merry dark.

Meredith Chester holds a BA in creative writing from Florida State University. Her flash fiction and poetry has been published in the Wilderness House Literary Review and in La Piccioletta Barca. In her free time, she enjoys crafting and relaxing with her dog.