Alchemy, duckweed. Brine‑veiled, a delicate corrosion, neither green nor blue, the space in between—like oxidized…
He roamed at large, hungry and evil In the freezing Yule snow. In every home…
We didn’t own a vehicle designed for road trips because we hardly took any, and…
A cemetery criss crosses white on a green slope with no names. I imagine from…