The tree line distant and still
Closer than what I remember as the edgeof the earth with a sail cast out on string,wavering in the wind, barely blowingmy father teaches me to fly.I’m beneath... Read more.
Boy with blanket
First and foremost, it is a shieldagainst monsters draggingbuckets of sludge —water across matted shag.It’s about his size,maybe a bit bigger thanout-stretched... Read more.