I blinked and spent an hour trying to find, again, the angle that let me see only bright green and emerald and pine and evergreen without a gap of gray or dark or paler clouds rain must have rearranged needles…
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Sunday Small Stone 54
by ekswitaj •
in the cave of wood -en stairs and glass railings, rain is for other people to hear when the window gathers its first drops Related articles So That If I Died It Mattered(themillions.com) The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast…
Sunday Small Stone 53
by ekswitaj •
that cat lifts the sun to my hand; he gathered it in his bituminous fur and now he stretches on his back legs—up—to be caressed Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) The Ruth Stone…
Sunday Small Stone 52
by ekswitaj •
blue still sky between white systems of condensation as blue ing of the white dog signs dis appearance of direct sunlight and Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) Bringing John Wieners Back: Revisiting 707…