These days, I only date the dead. The thing about dead people is that they’re —not......

She made the worst threat without even meaning it; pillow talk, mist-thin morning, about to melt......

On the Seventh day we rested;             We set our alarm clocks to day one!            ......

It came from the east,but not like morninglike someone rewinding God. First the silence, then the......

I have come to be Sand In an hourglass You make up The other half Slowly......

In the great literary jewel from ancient Mesopotamia, The Epic of Gilgamesh, also reckoned as humanity’s......

My brother peeks into the living room and excitedly shouts at me, “Come and see. Come......

(for Shinjini) The chaos—the crush of bodies,like torn pages from a long, unread novel, piled up......

filled with golden stalks of grain,the intoxicating spring windshover in the afternoon harvest of desires.I smell......