Day 344
Treasure December. Rigid humidity. Taut webs. The bodies Nowhere to be found. No eight-limbed skeletons. The dark paths. Raw swamps Of unborn snow. Cracked sculptures In white and edges. Finality…. Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Treasure December. Rigid humidity. Taut webs. The bodies Nowhere to be found. No eight-limbed skeletons. The dark paths. Raw swamps Of unborn snow. Cracked sculptures In white and edges. Finality…. Continue Reading