Report: “90% Of Waking Hours Spent Staring At Glowing Rectangles.”

Blackberry vines,  you hold this ground in the shade of a willow: all thorns, no fruit. *…

They rise above us, arching, spreading, thin Where trunk and bough give way to veining twig. We…

A shadow cast by something invisible  falls on the white cover of a book  lying on my…