The squall of March rain arrives like an announcement, travelling a patient course, propelled by 8000 miles of Pacific Ocean. I hear it crawling eastward...
punk rock music saved my life
on saturday night
after seven days of being pimply, invisible
secretly knowing old people at the mall
Kelp grows in clumps, in groves like trees. Among and between the
twenty-foot-long strands dart otters, bright-eyed and quick-pawed, hunting out
squid or crabs or...