The white ice shivers to blue at the touch of the snake’s back, frigid spine trembling. This bold river— like a grizzly’s nails, it scrapes at the barks of trees, until sticky sap yields and it drinks the flesh. Advertisements
This place has salted air. The sea and buttered popcorn create a damp, salty sweet that hangs captured in the heat. The waves hush the popping emitting from the red-striped machine and the noise of children squawking. Their sea-foam lips pull back with a sigh when the agitation continues. Bells ring when someone exits a […]
Melodic wind sings to her from the edge of a pine soaked street of trees, but her dying glimmer is a ripple on the aching leaves, so they wait in cold contemplation bathing for hours in the milky liquid of the moon.