By Emma Shoemaker, Clarion Staff   We grasp for golden rays, peering through criss-crossed cages, yearning to see as a Dragonfly: In this dry desert-   One morning, you told me to listen to the air. Guard your perspective. I tumbled through.   One morning, silver Birds will glisten, our voices breaking, Crystal Shaking the sand crumbled in our hands. Continue reading Minds of Clay