Tag: nature

Spring

I’ve lived in Atascadero for seventeen years and towards the end of every winter I become a fretful Demeter waiting for Persephone: unconvinced that this time the decimated, disconsolate yard will emerge from Hades.

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Drone

He has no name and no past. This is not a cheap device to build unearned narrative tension, but a literal and genuine truth. Intoxicated by the beckoning brightness of ceanothus and daylilies he has drifted from his fellows and their afternoon ritual and is now irremediably lost. He may experience a vague unease or he may not notice it at all.

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