In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

108 Cloud Coverage on Easter thick silent dampness cements the sky clouds have taken over the universe breezes are the work of birds flapping their wings struggling to escape their endless opaque prison the sky their playground today their enemy threatens to explode its whiteness into tinted air we on the ground want nothing but to be indoors removed from this monotonous blank canvas no color heaven we squint from below calling for sun wishing for planes beckoning birds to break up the boredom 109 cloud coverage on Easter is why we’re not at the ocean where sometimes it’s blue like the eggs we dip dye staining white towel white as the sky that keeps us in ...

Share