In the wee hours of this morning, I noticed A heavy snow falling as forecasted. With The whole world feeling immaculate, I got up &Stood in front of my window, just on thisSide of the glass, finding myself lost in the white way All the ugly, dark, dirty, messy as...
We stepped beyond the museum,a sinking cabin with weeds webbing between the splintered logs,as though they had every right to exist;an iron pump rusting beside a butter churn,a pushpin thrust into the spongy ground.This was once someone’s home. Stones snapping beneath...
