Yes, I still have pumpkins from Halloween. Yes, they’re still good (I hope).
Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?
Peach tree seasons, time run soft.
Today is Earth Day? I don’t understand – and neither do you.
Cocoon – for what I cannot say.
ALAS! *sips coffee*
When words and world well up, dark as silt…
Let me imagine the world undone, just a glimpse.
As it roars, call it a tiger.