Amber Flora Thomas – On a Sunday
On a Sunday I have suspected all along that I would forget you. When pressing the water out of a teabag. When a hummingbird slips its head in a fuchsia flower and pees a silver thread as it exits. When following a path along the bluffs to a cypress worn in the wind-shape of clinging […]
Amber Flora Thomas – Palinode (the Rabbits)
Palinode (the Rabbits) And the worship of killers ended. Grasses came after the rabbit, the dog chewed the fresh shoots and vomited in the driveway. Before this, Pearl, the black rabbit with a silver belly chewed carrots and aimed an eye-mirror at my hand as I reached in the cage; she tolerated my touch. She […]
