Your study buddy just went live on TikTok.
“Un café s’il vous plaît, they heckle. I speak no French at all.”
If you follow the line of the hills with solely your eyes, you can see where the altitude of red rock crumbles to dirt and the colors of the sunset pile one atop another like water against a dam.
A poem about Bloody Thursday.
Writer Elizabeth Burch-Hudson’s immodest proposal.