Robert Wrigley: Narrating Night to the New Puppy Gladys
These are clouds and those are stars, while over there, the headlights of cars. Up from the east ridge the full moon’s rise reflected on the west in a whitetail’s … Continue reading
July 17, 2020 · 1 Comment
Adrie Kusserow: Mismatch in the Modern West
Still, no one loves humans more than I do. How beautiful we are, at night calling to each other like owls, our loneliness barely masked, barely voweled into sound, the past calling to us like hungry ghosts…
August 26, 2019 · 7 Comments
