Kayaking in the maritime forest, I lag behind the guide and see the white egret, shadow-blue heron, nutria’s black nose breaking the surface, an
Who remembers her now with her polka-dotted dress, without sleeves, without any reason why she couldn’t say no when you asked to drive her
Brave Odysseus far from home as seas of sand were turned to glass turned to glass the superheated sand: July 16, 1945. Brave Odysseus
Why in their dancing for us circus elephants don’t pull the canvas sky down each night and trample our kids into soft little star-stains