—or not. I told you it is alright to open the window, since we are on a higher floor, and...
And in the morning, The trash will be a heap of Exoskeletons & I will trace the language of Our...
In 1887, Moses dies, leaving Sarah alone with two-year-old A’lelia. I have lifted the still slick tongue of the man.I...
The days when the flower pot shattersbecause a gust of wind blows too strongly,and I am left with dirt and...
One, I state to myself. There are no rules.A pigeon is a kite if she wishes.In an orange sky, a...
This morning I drew, as the bath ran, my long body into shadow, feeling my self delicious, as if laughter...
