I stand on the edge of the shore, looking at the sea wondering how far I......

Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you. Sand under our feet and fishing boats......

The smoky breath settles on the windows once again, a city loses itself; captive to the......

When it is not the time of year for ants to be seen How come an......

the ends unwoven in—strange how the brain is programmed to seek finality, find closure, in lives......

You are never warned, just intimated about your recent folly, aberration, like you meeting the fog......

I want to hear the music of summer. A music of yesteryears that is unadorned and......

A mountain pine in the plains. How did it come in this unfrequented alley? How does......

The watchman – that is to say the man who mends watches – does not look......

” Its multiple anchors drop but do not hold. She says her body tells her they’ll......