From the archives – The Shapes of Clouds by John L. Stanizzi
The Shapes of Clouds . . . . . . . . . . . . .Childhood is far away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .War is near. Amen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . […]
The Shapes of Clouds . . . . . . . . . . . . .Childhood is far away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .War is near. Amen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . […]
The Shapes of Clouds . . . . . . . . . . . . .Childhood is far away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .War is near. Amen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . […]
Survival Autumn bees heavy on goldenrod must know what we know as they work that easy industrious sway toward the inevitable dark this humid October day, a gasp held in, a breath released, red falling everywhere, clouds pinning us down, 30 second downpour, and thousands of ladybugs answering the fall heat, engulfing the house, lifting […]