Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
On the road today, complete with existential dust, September unfurling her mums and pillowed hills, I saw three dead animals: a raccoon with bloody
Thin fog, cloud paste. The day is a stretch of longing. Camphorous smoke rises from the mouths of golden lions. Once again, it is
