Losing A Memory
After watching a woman’s fingers sink into bread and scatter its pieces over a river, I have tried to remember how water held part of an evening sun, itself held back by a shadow of spires on the hill, gently tapping […]
After watching a woman’s fingers sink into bread and scatter its pieces over a river, I have tried to remember how water held part of an evening sun, itself held back by a shadow of spires on the hill, gently tapping […]