Irruptive Migration

On the path from my front door to the adjacent artificial lake--home to the migratory geese that couldn't recognize spring--my eyes drifted up from the inky asphaltto a flock of iridescent angels, shimmering whiteagainst the sky-bound seas of the high desert. On the final day of the year in which machines forced last breaths into... Continue Reading →

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