Above the just cut field martins darted through the dusty air, diminishing astonishingly the swarms of gnats and moths orbiting the great round bales, which sat in their warm compactness like cakes on racks. Shadows grinned on the unsunned … Continue reading →
The whole drive home it split the swart-browed sky like the forked veins of my forehead – root rents, rhizomes of light and associations. Clouds of musings now – why I’m reminded of rains I wished would come and … Continue reading →