He could be like a murder victim on his side, the way he sleeps. The arms flailing, the legs cocked weird. Like a deer on the side of the highway. The dead are like that, caught in a sudden peace…. Read More ›
And after so long, a whole season of seasons spent indoors, it sounds like the whole world is reawakening.
It fits in your palm like a lotus blossom, like a butterfly.