The flush of leaving’s what we notice most— thus, the white glint of a steeple on the ridge across the river under a sky
The flush of leaving’s what we notice most— thus, the white glint of a steeple on the ridge across the river under a sky
When the beauty mark scalded, when the starter house spewed gutter-flowers, when the virtuous sister, daughter 4254, rode a celestial dolphin home, but home
After “Electric Prisms” by Sonia Delauney When after a heavy rain, nature’s prism refracts light, juxtaposed colors seem to coexist peacefully within an invisible