Petals of spring, summer, and autumnswirl around in my soul of wintry seasfilled with…
Every day, all day, no matter what the weather, same time, same corner, same skid-markedjeans. His…
I do not belong on the surface of this world — but the utmost heightsand the fathomless…
Poetry
Tonight, my neighbor starts sobbing again, screaming at his distant love. He curses resourcefully,