Apple season is still open...

... and a story unfolds for the hungry.

Harvest the apples, children.

Apple season is still open

and a story unfolds for the hungry.

There are more than thirty towns

named Farmington.

There are places that overflow

the map and spill, dripping

from the cartography

into the vast blue space

where compasses creak, wounded

by creatures of the deep.

Their truth is as alive

as their irreality.

(Climax Road, poema III. Traducción al inglés e imagen de la poeta americana Carina del Valle Schorske)

Thank you, Carina, for whisking me away to Farmington with this image, so evocative, and the brightness of your words.