Slowly moving the car inside a rack in the parking space of the hospital, I walked out. The rack slowly moved upwards to the…
With every passing generation,are we eroding or evolving?The skin we wear with holes galore,are they pockets to our…
Sara stood peering out of the small round quartz-glass window, dozens of bolts forming three Saturnian…
I once saw a poet die
from white to red,
It rumbles and goes
The old «L» of Chicago
A life interval
You,
You consume me with your smile,
Your scent, your soul.
