The fireflies are frantically signalling, but singly,taunting like a game of incandescent whack-a-mole;slight movements in the grass, not lingering, just tingly,tiny flares that die as our eyes race and gambol. Are these the night-school teachers, nihilistsin...
Arco, ID 2019 the desert submarine does not speakbut a sliver of daylight persistsbetween the sail and its concrete base the sail is all that remainsof the Hawkbill and it castsa deep shadow in which I stand to escape the sun; it seems a monolith awaitingworship...
