The evidence lay strewn in tatters across the tarmac path. Bits of it were being blown by a sharp westerly breeze, that rattled the brittle trees to...
… I, I. I am. I am here, I am here, again. I am here again, for your love… Rising now sowing, in the birth of your love once more; And in the rising...
Ha! the Gad’s fits an’ hits the roof with a hammer trough the stiff staff; An’ as their hard rain hammers down, with a thunder- thump, I wonder…does...