Fall, Peter Schireson

Dale Champlin, Medea, Collage, 2021 Fall   Up from the desk at which I have been sitting at a screen eviscerating my life, I walk out onto the driveway into November’s stainless silence. Across the street, a boy chases a dog along a sidewalk edged with black gum trees, each scarlet leaf a luminous fire, […]

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