Tag Archives: Cory Bassett

Garden

It’s the open gap I want to assign a name, the raindrops beg life on lily tips – beautiful and purposeless and unknowing of danger. Cropped-out footprint-trails in the mud, surrounding purples and whites and oranges all stuck in the … Continue reading

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Asunder

First, you thought of her blue shawl, the one she wore wrapped round her shoulders in sea breezes of summer light (that was before the grass grew tall, before the stucco fell from the house walls). Next, you called out … Continue reading

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