The Night-Forests

Wednesday, February 14, 1996 - 11:00

They wanted everything, so they took it: the leaves from the trees ... and the trees; movement and stillness and the light from the sun ... and from where I stand on the filthy beach outside the yacht-club, even the surface of the water.
We are inhabited by these — the night-forests — the long masts of their boats white in the evening and stinking of salt ... tall and thin and white; at the end of the world ... in grief. ... M.T.C. Cronin

From GLW issue 219