flash at night

first night of winter (ukiah)

darkness in the afterworld
muzzles flash at night
black forest pierced by fireflies

What I’m Reading:

“Cold, moist, young phlegmy winter now doth lie

In swaddling clouts, like new-born infancy;”

— Anne Breadstreet / “Winter”

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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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