Death of a hart–Hope in a blizzard
There is a bier of ribs in the ditch along highway 37. A cage on its side, bound by a backbone. The ribs curve and form an open-ended oval, an entrance. Red fla...
There is a bier of ribs in the ditch along highway 37. A cage on its side, bound by a backbone. The ribs curve and form an open-ended oval, an entrance. Red fla...
I say, we all start with loveāor we could not start at all. And you say, but what can this mean to the stalled and half-starved? An abstraction, a bromide...