A small band of scarlet pushes up against blue dark horizon, a slow reversal – one minute less than yesterday. Shuffling into slippers, I slide on my long, black woolen coat and wrap my scarf against the chill, snug about my neck. In late […]
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Postcard from My Future Self: Spain
You wanted to see Flamenco in Seville but your cheap lover said, “No.” Dancers stomped to wailing singers while you lay beneath a man at the Gran Hotel Lar hoping his moans meant love. Spain taught you the costs of the dances you performed and […]
Greg Hill – poems
Grapetree Bay, Saint Croix, Morning The day continued as it should. The transient rain shower having given way to a pale sky with only hoary wisps at the horizon, the morning pelicans and egrets resumed their ritual: beating wings once or twice and kicking off […]
