Don’t try this at home, kids

Posted on February 10, 2005 in Prose Arcana Weather

Rain from the sea — it’s always from the sea. I’ve never seen the clouds backtrack over the mountains, to dump the contents of evaporated lakes on our cities. We drove to a poetry salon in Tustin and then came back along the same dark road. My eyes felt like a pair of craters, the retinas spatter cones, the pupils liquid magma.

Don’t try this at home, kids.