white ash is falling…

White Ash Is Falling From The Sky

white ash is falling from the sky…
white ash is falling from the sky…
white ash is falling from the sky…

“when the tide
retreats
we ask ourselves
why did it matter
so much
to have the last
word?
Or any word?”

— Joyce Carol Oates / “The Blessing”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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