Angie Macri

One hurricane quickly followed another until no one paid attention,losing roofs common even for prime ministers,glass broken and flying, breaking again to become even smalleras it worked on returning to its origin.In the states, people filled with sorrow for where they’d just vacationed.On a playground, a girl began turning. I am the eye,she shouted, knocking …

as it was clear on the sign and in all the mindsof everyone she knew. If lost, then how could it be found to name? Better then called known, as in all knowedthe way through the forest of the valley floor to water that occupied a bed willingly. The girlgot off the beaten path and …