We know birds sing.We don’t know why.
Somewhere here I downed a kingfisher and tasted tobaccoEyeballing the present with a sweet sureness that was so real
Her name was Rosa — I was in love,transfixed by her deep blue eyes.I was too senseless to know the…
The flowering buds on the bush by the door were meant to be plucked whenever he passed the languid gardener squatting and…
