Autumn Interlude Trees don their orange vests. Mercury drops. Crescendo, cymbal crash: children walk home from school through mud puddles. We fall, under the influence of gravity. The year’s routine cracks. The wind across a girl’s cheeks: an ocean’s starry... Continue Reading →
Mira Gut there are no flowers here but snow. the bay not yet free chunked with ice the white of which exists only against a distant liquid sea. at least the sun visits, comforting, illusion though it is, visions of... Continue Reading →
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