“I don't go into town anymore. I bring out the emergency in people and I don’t know why. When I speak, women fall sick and stars drop like dead birds from the night. My home, instead, is on a ridge where horses bow their heads and bear the elements. Alone, I conduct experiments. I communicate with st…”— Austen Leah Rosenfeld, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Poetry, poem, Silence, Strong Women, Bold Women