“Oh! Excuse me!” She was new in the neighborhood.
It was crazy: every time I turned around — to do the dishes, grab a phone call, peer out the window at our weird neighbors…
And in that thick sunset the city sighed, rejoiced, sang an anthem, basked in the memory that nothing is forever, there are so many more…
She’d sent me this black and white picture of her in a long satin dress, laid out like a rose on the couch. I had no idea what to do with…
“It broke off again yesterday, as I was walking out of a meeting.”
The first time she felt like an artist — as an unconscious decision — was when she noticed her coffee mugs were filthy. She…
They wandered up from Bakersfield, wide-brimmed hats that were almost cowboy, a truck that was almost finished, playing that blues music…