"booming dunes"
otherside's airt · all i have to go by
mild clustering · for the mook cloudtethered
shadows of the old shudder · geese crying in the twilight
"Indeed, in reading her, one sometimes gets the sense that she is less a novelist than a mystic for whom the novel is a metaphysical arena for staged confrontations with language." (via @_ryanruby_)
"one more time
on our favorite beach
together
you in your urn and me
in a lone state of mind"
--an'ya
"...of course upon seeing the message I googled the word wildfire and the name of our city..."
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