Fallen apple, or: Tree

A Choka Punch-drunk love sours to white wine vinegar over years, as tensions spike at home... voices drip acid upon the floor tiles... brother and sister tripping over themselves in familiar apprehension... their little feet, hearts pounding the stairs to safety... "F**k!" He raises the bottle. Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Fallen apple, or: Tree