You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes. Yellow pulls across the hills and thrums, or the silence after lightening before it says its names- and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed apologies. You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. Rain will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,… Continue reading William Stafford
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. — Tennessee Williams, Camino Real. (New Directions; 1 edition January 17, 1970) Originally published 1948.