Floyd

Aniscelery already sprouts in the fields. It crackles bucolically, tart and green, in my rural Augusts. We observe straws at the edges of villages. Through the bitter orange in the Chinotto glass. Carbon dioxide foams cinnamon in the colors...

A garden in Karnataka. Magnolia trees blossom champaka. Silky succulent leaves that shimmer pollen in the haze after rain and thunder. In soap traces of a wax skin cover. Herbaceous-spicy...