Monthly Archives: January 2017

It’s what you’d do, tempt fate to console her Except you’re busted, her hope’s crushed Caught without the elixir of money Both marching on into the dark We persist in eating and sleeping While rulers write off our identities Invest … Continue reading →

the summer pond is mystical, in winter not merely stone when light slants in a certain way, at a particular time on a particular day, then something happens: an uncertainty wilder than one imagined