The problem is that people have to have more and more in order to fill in the holes in themselves in each other in the hours in the empty spaces. And so we dig and gouge and scrape and burn until there is nothing left with no regard or respect. We don’t want to know […]
I kick an old flyer onto the road. The wind blows it right back. Debris has conquered the streets -trash unleashed from ice like artifacts- as across the lawns the mounds of snow have melted down to last November.