Oily fingers reach into Louisiana waters, take time to swirl and blob and bleed. They cover the sea and they cover my screen. All this, happening so far from me. Next to me: by- products leer…swallow plastic, choke on fear.
Tall Tale I scale a wall ten feet tall and curiously fall to the forest floor. Tree roots grab ankles, heels feel warm with moss growing between toes. Leaping from log to stone in search of flowers I absentmindedly wander into an overgrown graveyard. Here heroes died and were laid to rest. Now wild-birds sing […]