I Talk To The Wind
Sean MurphySunday came, and without slowing down to let anyone notice, it went. Sundays have a way of doing that. On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat:…
I Talk to the Wind
On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat: orange sorbet on a dark purple plate; overhead black birds want in on the action, circling one another, entwined…