We meet under the naked shade of plane trees, February sun patterns lines across our faces and hearth smoke lingers clings to our sweaters as we leave the village. We walk towards the Costabonne while the Tech river whispers rumours behind us, turn one last time to see the ancient fort keeping guard over crumbling […]
Filed under: Jennifer Campbell by akublik Date 9 April, 2009
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Your palms speak poems, lyrics in the creases under callused inner knuckles. You are a caresser of trees, easing fruit from behind the dead leaves of unnecessary branches. By the clothesline, you pluck a small cherry, place it in my mouth so I understand its bitterness. Then I watch you cut the branches back, back […]
Filed under: Jennifer Campbell by akublik Date 6 April, 2009
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