Category: Fall 2018

The irony isn’t lost on me — the sushi on my plate speaks, how tragic. On the TV fishermen haul, gut, chastise albacore tuna, their blood clotting for human livelihood and I think about Alaska, her blood-bright salmon spotted
From his geodesic dome on the Monterey Peninsula Turquoise Seth speaks on the phone though time to the Desert Fathers The voice of one crying in the wilderness Seth speaks but is not heard Because he’s            too hip                                

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