In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer.

I ve been thinking a lot about drought. And fire. And rabid animals. Yeah, I m fun at parties. There s been a spate of rabid beavers. This alarms me, as even not-rabid beavers are nothing to trifle with. I saw a video of a guy pulling a beaver off another guy s leg, twice, and flinging it far Continue reading In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer.