The Rape of the Plains Reeled into a rapidly diminishing world; savoringthe gently malevolent stillness, fadinginto the encroaching distance; watchingthe sunlight stabbing into dry grass; listeningto the leaves rustling in the wind,broken only by birdsong: to flowerfor an hour in a home away from home,on my own. But you can’t go anywhere,even nowhere, anymore. A car … Continue reading Doc 078: John Tottenham