Cooking Frutti Di Mare On This Early Evening Before the Night Falls On Kentucky Hillsides
Today, as the locals love to say,
is so cold the wolves ate the sheep for the wool.
I open the bag.
Today, as the locals love to say,
is so cold the wolves ate the sheep for the wool.
I open the bag.
Blessed are you, maidens of the one hundred and eighty afternoons
You of the cough at the first inhale
1/ Emerald mounds rise from the deep, their white shoulders shedding turquoise waters. When we scoop the wet sand fine
for michael p. sometimes when drunk feeling young again limes & mint rum & white
vi. A cyclone smashed into Madagascar, hit the island a second time three days later; a ferry sinking. The news
René Magritte, oil on canvas On the calculous clay, two pennies stare down a lone dime, while a matchstick pretends