the plane found passage between lightning bolts and raindrops
like the worst way through a boiling maze-sky, i peeked at the buildings below opening… 137 more words
April is not the cruellest month.
April rustles its feathers, shakes out its hair, weeps at the smell of guttural earth and dirt awaking.
April wears ‘miserable’ like a raincoat, carries an umbrella in one pocket and a softcover mystery novel in the other that it only reads on the bus. 138 more words