The sky shrills with peril and gathers in a chasm of continuance...
yet the winds and waters groaning are no worse than our own mind- forged human cries. They do not go gentle into the night, Katrina, Ike & Gustaff, throwing our domesticity into turmoil and disarray, tools of the unliving, oracles of destruction, moving through stone and metal, wrapping us with... Sign in to see full entry.