It wasn’t the first time worms had come into it. There was a vast tract of land richer than loam and home to a vast colony of worms who have lived in secret for centuries in compost, compiling a great work from the worm’s eye view, under- mining the...
Author - Eleanor Wilner
Elegy in Glass & Stone
Crows working the ground, picking at husks. Harvest one place starves the rest, crosswinds can’t be read, and nothing can parse the syntax of the soul. Listen: it’s the thin wail of a world gone wrong; what takes cover under the tongue is the song...