Oil Spill By Kevin Risner

Oil Spill By the time I finish another hourglass will shatter fine grains of golden sand across the tar-stained shoreline The soil swallows whole herons about to fly off birds with wings frozen sculptures masked by shadow murky substance dripping like blood hot coffee grounds swirling into spirally shapes Diseased and distorted like some reductive … Continue reading Oil Spill By Kevin Risner