East of Sunday
2 June 2004
Vol. 4, No. 2
poetry
Acorned & gnomic, trees, too, are mists.
Candles of.
Believing's almosts.
Prelude to a Hug
2 June 2004
Vol. 4, No. 2
poetry, prose poem
It was the expectant month. The rivers rose as fast as they fell. One morning the cherry trees were freckled with something like green blood. There were the usual hardships and joys, and often they felt quite unusual.
