The Moon Don’t Care This old house, a rattle of bones, settles in for the night— the lights of its eyes dimmed. Graying roof tiles, tentatively kiss twilight’s gloved hand in silent communion. Her pale eye peeks past kaleidoscopes of scattered sun and browns of rustling Autumn leaves, indifferent to the subtle advances of worn rooftops and old men. David Estringel’s latest book Eating Pears on the Rooftop is published by Fishing Line Press and is available here. Learn more about David…...
