Black Blossom, or Dueling Landscapes

Nikki-Lee Birdsey Gorse brambles, wood ridges arranged in slant on both shed doors, v-shaped to the deck, green in corner and mist rising around small horses. I bicycle down hilled paddock; so few people, none. What is lit in other places I’ve been. Cinderblocks on the roof of a rusted-out car with overgrown, shattered windshield––could… More