Days-dead leaves crinkled underfoot, the hors d’oeuvres of autumn laid out for passengers puttering off the 6:03 into Stratford. Jack…
The metal messenger of death whistled past my ear.Exploding gunpowder blooming like fireworks across the forest of fear.
All
was
not
When I lived in central Africa, it was very common for a road trip from one town to another one nearby to take hours because the…
no doubt: just you & imore than woman & mantearing the mortal petalof flesh, form, time & death with fervent, joyful love-profound…