Author: Matthew Carter Gellman

Time is a heady gardenia, white scent pulling me into the green underswellin which I am young and still unstacking the matryoshka doll of his mind. A desire path, the internet says, is a consequence of unruliness, through foliage an unplanned line not setby formal design. They expedite our wanting of home, of fields with their herds of bells, of fish the…