"I know the best mornings are made of / pancake batter, warm skin, loose stockings..."
first the story: mark and the others chanced upon the tree, but it did not bear fruit. so the disciples...
After dark it is easier to see Burning Cities with ice Dancing just out of reach. Everyone is an element,...
Each time my mother wraps an eggroll, another piece of a new story shatters. Glass noodles, pork, carrots, cabbage, all...
And they call this the Theseus’ ship paradox: The great hero returned triumphant And left his ship in some Athenian...
In the roaring undergirding By the fine old wattled keep I chanted fast my brains to muck And sunk forms...
It was snowing when I dialed, raining when I hung up, chaos even for me who mixes the chaff back...