You know those flowers you picked for me? The ones that rested on the windowsill since spring? They’re nearly dead. Only a few pale yellow petals hold on, their cup full– of spidery threads woven around moldy stems.
IRIS retracts… Stinging yellow sunshine blends with blue pin wheeling circles mixing into acid green sparks. Combinations of coordinated colors explode and reflect on a solid black RIVER. A bridge burns… cinders fall into the Cedar… KCRR 97.7 streams a WAR OF STARS a SYMPHONY of crashes and booms that have nothing to do with […]