5 POEMS – DS Maolalai

A retreat. the autumn each year smelled like old crates of apples. and winter the softness, a skin- wrinkled must. and the house was his passed-away uncle’s house next to an orchard; he had plans for it, he told us, through the smell of old fruit – it would make a perfect guest house; had […]

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