Marlin and The Dark Night of the Soul In the evening, trees silhouette like shattered veins, white of blood and first light’s frost.
Marlin and the Great Migration During the night, the great migration began. Marlin, my faithful ‘89 Toyota, was jostled and shifted
Marlin and the Teeth of Winter Out of a quiet and hardly seen patter of freezing rain, beating a pattern of poissonce,
Marlin and the Inland Ocean It rained so hard that in the morning my car had drifted to parts unknown.