Losslit contributor:
Clyde Liffey

Clyde Liffey lives near the water.

Greenwood

sometime later – March? – slush splashing hem of pant, not good pants, sneakers already soaked, sun shining slant or obscured, morrow coming soon, cold above or below freezing remitting unremitting, gloved hand holding top of coat closed, knee aching in anticipation, wind rising falling steady unsteady, no chestnuts here, not much jostling, just enough, […]