Mountains, crooked arms of the moon, send rain, and where you cope.

'Mountains' by Prince started the morning off right, winding around a few stones of Prose., one legendary, preceded by two new bloods whose words cut through like butter beneath blade. Beautiful words from these measured and magnificent artists. Kick back, but also let it all fall off the sides and get into the words of these writers. Smooth and rich, like coffee, like all things that last.

Here's the link to episode 32 on Prose. Radio.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTiBo32fmDs

And here are the featured pieces.

https://www.theprose.com/post/814678/10-minute-walk https://www.theprose.com/post/814650 https://www.theprose.com/post/814328/news-flash-it-appears-that-its-not-so-much-how-you-cope-as-where-you-cope

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team