Category: Session XXII

in the middle of a desert created for the sake of sating a city's thirst lay an old prison where three quarters of a century ago, people lived, loved, died their survivors brought the lies to light we go there to remember and to ensure the spark never dies. we must hone our memories because… Continue reading they said there would be apples →

1. no rainclouds in the sky just blue and air the sound is crashing in from somewhere beyond county lines, beyond state lines, outside the borders, across oceans, the source: unknown and must be found out. --- 2. small roots sprouting from the soles of my feet an invisible storm churns inside my chest. there… Continue reading the thunder calls for me →

of stubbed out butts against the cinder block wall years passed the Marlboro Reds became Lights became none at all the cotton fibers decayed flew away on the Santa Ana winds

so the land has been destroyed by our hands the land has been destroyed by our greed the land has been destroyed by our carelessness the land has been destroyed by our foolishness the land has been destroyed by our arrogance the land has been destroyed the cherry trees in Fukushima sit lonely now the… Continue reading in the aftermath →