Still Dreaming as the World Breaks
Armchairs don’t leak honey any longer, but water. There’s so much water. So much. Soil from flooding. Soiled from flooding. Monsoons create aeolian lakes all over the backyard, newborn landscapes the sparrows and squirrels jointly luxuriate in. Ice arcs into rainbows, an untrod path to skate down while inhaling crisp, clean midnight. Far, but closer than you think, piles of… Read more →