trucks trailers and campers keep right I steer none of these but I move anyway the right side of the bridge to see a brief, uninterrupted expanse where sea and cosmos merge the sun cannot draw a line here calling it the horizon fire and earth create such anchors water and air are for floating […]
the sky shattered and tiny pixels rained down blinking and hissing nearby another burst sent waves of gems across thickening layers of smoke evening reports creatures of the locale tuned in, keyed up, screeched back we did know light could deafen having seen and heard storms but who knew black sand from the earth could […]
quill takes flight 