Sometimes a yawp comes
from the marsh.
I fell asleep with a silenced phone and awoke to information I somehow knew the instant I picked it up. (more…)
The distance between death and mushrooms is sometimes spare. (more…)
I wish I could see my father dance again (more…)
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