Fall, 2015
It feels as though time’s grasp is breaking. I see blood- colored berries clinging fast to thin brown twigs etched against the sky, bone-white arms of birches angled upward, juiceless … Continue reading Fall, 2015
Lyrical Intervention
It feels as though time’s grasp is breaking. I see blood- colored berries clinging fast to thin brown twigs etched against the sky, bone-white arms of birches angled upward, juiceless … Continue reading Fall, 2015