salt

Salt ruins. her sideways glance shaped Lot’s new memorial: preservative defiance statuesque, seasonal dress. the apple, salty too. savory flavor behavior- aspirate fruit’s juice yet renders water fatal – not a drop. perfect crust earth shell, temperatures of hell. salt packed wounds are primal scream extractions, quench of infection with a healing sting. prism prison…

zepherous

On the slope that leads to a shale rock drop, I once of late, raked a path to the opening, which I think is, in two seasons, dismissed as thicket. The strawberry vines had overtaken my camellias and I moved them up to the edge of the wood for the bunnies to graze on, and…