It’s been raining and it hasn’t. Rows of grasses glow green, glow with health so they look unnatural. The glowing grass gives me a fright, the only way to say a long i of f…
Date Archives February 2012
Fourteen by Jacob Newberry
After Raoul Schrott The sound of running ˙ upheaving of gravel˙ upwind he asks Where are you hiding ˙ the leaves are old˙ like winter at my feet ˙ falling ˙ though I am far…
Aubade by Jacob Newberry
After Raoul Schrott Dark when you came ˙ sky the shade of dying trees ˙ your voice in the forest was the color of melting pewter ˙ heavy with impurities ˙ it tasted of minerals…