back EMILIA PHILLIPS
Pastoral (Future Interstate)
Under a tattered billboard, horses
graze. A shadow the shape of a cloud
schooners the grass. The screws in my heel
tighten. It will rain in several
miles. A call, a message: a voice
separating from time like ice
broken, washed downstream.
Pastoral (Future Interstate)
Pastoral (Radio)
Pastoral (With One’s Head Out the Car Window)