“The heat compounded, and ugliness settled its cloud over us, profound as human speech, although by then we were not speaking.”
“White spume flew its ghost against the glass.”
“We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.”
“Anxiety has forged another weather.”
“I will warm the great outdoors for the whole of January if I can.”
“ocean's snaking blues beyond the meadow”
“Fingernails filling with silt, scraping the sculpted...”