“It's like being dead. You don't notice you're dead, do you?”
into ecru magma
rushing down the hills like Pompeii
until it hardens like a boulder
and the creek song slowly grows quiet
Colored pencil and crayon on Coloraid paper, 6 x 9 inches
Colored pencil and crayon on Coloraid paper, 6 x 9 inches
into ecru magma
rushing down the hills like Pompeii
until it hardens like a boulder
and the creek song slowly grows quiet