A smoke-choked sun recedes Cloud shadows darken the hill Blacken the grass before the fire Arrives—its ravenous destruction Before the attendant rebirth
What I’m Reading:
“The sun so overpowering it is like night in daytime. Seeing what I live with only when my eyes close.”
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....