The city was New York.
The time was 10:43 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was fall.
The temperature was 54°F.
It was not raining.
The time was 10:43 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was fall.
The temperature was 54°F.
It was not raining.
Poem
Ana Božičević
The Great Field hadn’t talked to anyone in 50 years, and then it spoke
to Lianne. Everyone was astonished.
Sadness in the kingdom of heaven.
You’re the Holy Ghost in the church
Of abandonment that is conceptualism.
Hope has the secret sauce.