soft suede laughter lullabies muffle those thoughts that thrive on silence like a fire feeds on oxygen. when I close my eyes, it’s not
I don’t remember much about our first apartment. a beautiful old stone planter taller than I yet un-looming a wonderful pale gray fleurs de lis
Gliding ghostlike through raindrop curtains, eventual hearses rub lovingly against each other in the evening traffic, and somehow I think of you— gold-flecked and indiscriminate,
I. smaller wider people in a smaller wider world, we were combing life for seashell miracles and coming up not empty-handed at its end
In 1787, Irish statesman Edmund Burke argued in front of the House of Commons that the press should be permitted to report during sessions. He
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