Crossing the River
The air washing over us feels as though we’re riding right into the mouth of a huge blast furnace. We’re somewhere between Buôn Ma Thuột...
Last Transmission
I imagine my last words would say something or good night, my kitten[i] probably— possibly to do with cats like a priest might ask me why...
Anatomie Ornis
Some say in all the world's history there has been only one kind of bird to see the color blue some say it is the I of...
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Exoplanet
An artist shaped you much like Earth land sphere with blue water, larger girth otherwise quite similar to it, circling ...
September Morning
Unexpected first frost the lightest glaze across the field a fine line drawn down the ruckled trunk of the old cottonwood -- a beard...
