‘LAKE OF FIRE‘ by MARK STEVENS Wednesday, Late Afternoon Nature kills as mean as man. A one-hundred-foot spruce exploded like a giant sparkler. Smoke flowed thick like London or San Francisco fog. Take your f***ing fog pick. The cloud stung her eyes and for a moment the burning lollipop bubble of orange on the tree […]
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.