It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni

“I love you, but I can’t see you right now,” she turned away from him, “it’s too dark.” Owls are nocturnal and hunt in the dark. Like panthers that prefer their blackness. The sun’s corona lent its name, and blackness spread pandemically, Turning her away. Absenting her from him. Like black is the absence of … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni