Scale

Ragged cuticles rim blunt fingers familiar with soil dug up in clinkers and clumps; was it turned over to bury tree stumps, posts from railroad iron serving as clothesline poles strung end to end with necessary garments scrubbed on a board, set in crude concrete mixed...

Relics

We all die. Relics left behind for others, once culturally defined, a slurry now of overcooked vegetables in the melting pot of what humanity has become; For better, we are more homogenous, conferring fewer reasons to hate that which is and ever was kindred. Knowing...

Survivors

On this wet Sunday afternoon, quiet beckons with slender tendrils and we head out, dogless and solitary, seeking only a spit of dry ground to wander the rock-encrusted coastline just down the road from our little town; Recently returned from half a world away heads...