False Leads

For G, after reading Breai Mason-Campbell and N├ózim Hikmet. In the receding light of the daymy eyes are thirsty, the world is fine. You could never get enough of grassy meadowsribbons of green and lemon, fronding and cheerful. I am at the doorway of the police stationa slow wind rustles through the field of lemongrass. … Continue reading False Leads