By: John Wells From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight…
By: John Wells From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight…