A pale taste, the sharp burn of empty bowing at the worship steps descended by a goddess wrapped in a gown of uranium The weak…
A pale taste, the sharp burn of empty bowing at the worship steps descended by a goddess wrapped in a gown of uranium The weak…
Outside, that magnificent moon beams in high illumination as if hovering close to the world as if to watch over our recent tragedy gleaming out…
When the clouds drop low and ominous reminding me of a Gulf storm coming after a pleasant fall day digging a midst bulbs and sprouts…