Some Mornings Should be Spent in a Tree

Fecund landscape, terraformed and terraforming, full of animals long habituated to the roaring of wheels and steel, children rushing from game to game clutching violins, picolas, harboring seeds of violence and remorse. Surrounded by watery roads and tankers tip-topped with cargo boxes, highways and light rail lines, pierced by¬†adventuresome, noisome coyote, hawk, pigeon and - … Continue reading Some Mornings Should be Spent in a Tree