“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured.At least by the person who’s waiting.”― Haruki Murakami…
A thick braid of headlights bearing towards me on LSD, as the day climbs into silk sheets. I latch onto it. Lights equal…
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire—TS Eliot
For many of us here in Oklahoma, April is indeed the cruelest month.For though the redbuds are in…
Two older women, maybe in their late fifties or early sixties, sat across from each…
