Through the Years
The snow-coated blacktop steams. Gas leaks in the basement, mutts whinny at high-pitched steam. A woman exhales on her front porch, molecules tessellate to white steam. The cemetery granite turns to batter beneath rain, crackling, steaming. Domboski’s swing set is consumed by sinkhole—collapse, then steam. Graffiti on Route 61, its valley pried open to choked jaw of steam. Ladybugs climb… Read more →

