Tag Archives: the Seine

They’ve found a way

Sometime past the solstice summer will kick up dust, shuffling down a dirt road in scuffed Converse. If he asks, about to pass you by, you’re waiting for the fall, when sweet breezes blow in; and if you look to … Continue reading

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The Gall of the Gauls

A torn river reigns over Trevor, Ron, and Inge, and rolls over the cheeks of Cisalpine Gaul like an inconstant but persistent stream of tears, never tiring of its journey but never minding when it’s wiped away, or when someone … Continue reading

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