I can taste the tin of the sky — the real tin thing.Winter dawn is the color of metal,The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. — Waking in Winter, by Sylvia Plath
Apologies to all! It has come to my attention that this newsletter, originally written on Aug. 18th, did not get emailed.
Hello from the trenches! Today we’re celebrating because: it’s almost the 4th of July, my (45th) birthday is July 5th, this is our first newsletter, and we recently…