revisionist herstory
Wildfires wrapped me in their hazy cocoon yesterday.Muffled all sounds and thoughts like a cold,Like the eerie quiet of underwater. Orange sun transformed my living room into a glass of Tang. A parliament of eagles vied for salmon guts on the beach, chasing off the ravens over daisies and seaweed. Quarreling ravens forced out a …
Many strange things occurred in that house. First, the toy radio spoke to me, although it was missing batteries and a plug-in. Then came the ghosts. The crashes woke me up initially. Loud, booming sounds, like a jet overhead, except it roared in spurts. Is it thunder? It never thundered or lightning’d in the rainforest of …
Seven years ago they exchanged vows where salty ocean muddles river, river addles ocean. The black magnetic sand lures from all ends of the earth, as it did for one girl with skin the color of seashells. After twenty years of coursing eddies south through lush and concrete jungles, “the end is called back to the beginning,” – shukalxs …
