by kenz | Jul 18, 2018 | Fiction, Stories
Prelude: Rio Profundo “The river has an ending, but it does not end. It has a beginning, but it never began.” (from the blog of Ricky Gnarsky) Above mountains and under clouds a Chilean condor soars, his broad wings—three full meters from tip to tip—catching the...
by kenz | Jul 16, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
Brief Fog I’m surrounded by light because I’ve heard a strange white bird and seen a thick cloth cover the earth disguising everything so that I’ve crossed continents crossing the street and walked the distance of a lifetime in my backyard only to...
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