jhportal

meademoon session, 26-28 june. a meeting of old friends, from differing angles, shards of ice on white spirits, fly. droning wasp or singing bird, sodden roots of oak hold bear, the changed times.

meademoon

still of winter, bleating mullet rams vibe of anger, still once more, a fly it drones there, my face wafting scent of reeking carcus, having partaken of flesh, just two nights before.