Category: Autumn

  • They travel in a disorderly line. It is the quickest way to get from one end of a circle to the other. The trio doesn't even bother with maps and compasses. Their noses scope out the terrain long before toes dig into the causeway untrodden. To make a pilgrimage into the seedy recesses of society…

  •     i get a short-of-breath, wobbly knee feeling at this time of year. scalp tingles while eyes tear up and gooseflesh stretches over my bones. i look best wind-whipped and splintered as the yellows and reds compliment my temperament. my hair is a tangle of autumnal neglect. i celebrate these short-lived days before i return…