lyttelwitch

soon the rusted birds will be safe from the water spouting from the rooftops in hails of needles, and in the New World  you can smell the daffodils  amongst the fruit and vegetables, the scent sprouting up  out of the white tiled floor. the earth strains, makes promises to us. leaves age and sag in […]

the rain tells me tomorrow will be green so i defrost my sundresses and let them thaw on the line outside. i keep the curtains drawn because i’m not ready to hear the chilling cries of the lambs, or see the way the hills shift with white, felted clouds running together as one. the creeks […]