Canicule by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Shadows on a stationed camionseek refuge from the heat,its white carcass attracting them like flies,the avenue catches fire,and every car that flickers pastintensifies the flames.Still, passersby will keep this purgatory alive, despite intention to be somewhere —anywhere inside. I am inside,my particular hell a placewithout love, the longing for, revived. Continue reading Canicule by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper