A chain of clouds like peaks so unreal, beneath a yellow moon who breathes a pale green and love is passing. Who sits on the river and breaks with the river and moves in pieces, up the town like streaks of fire on the lie and mountain or cloud all around and love is passing. [...]
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My New Friend at Pathmark by Christina Bebeau
Christina Bebeau is a writer who hates red peppers and has no cats. She loves maps and running down hills. She occasionally has a small cult of people fascinated with her clothes. She lives in Washington Heights and on the internet at thisisbebeau.com. Pathmark in the Bronx I was in the Bronx in late October [...]
