A Bloom of Bones
Allen Morris Jones
“The best advice I ever heard about poetry came from Buddy Singer, who wrote no poems.”
“The best advice I ever heard about poetry came from Buddy Singer, who wrote no poems.”
“On a blue afternoon in autumn, Riku and Michi drove south from Numazu in his silver convertible along the coast of the Izu Peninsula. The temperature was mild for the end of October, and the air was clear, the sun glinting off Suruga Bay. She wore sunglasses and, to protect her hair, a yellow scarf with a design of orange butterflies. He wore driving gloves, a black dress shirt, a loosened white tie.”
“One day, a man living in the city of Minsk in Poland, little concerned with the wider world, raised suspicions with his remarks about Italy and was thereupon arrested.”