Let me begin by saying how flattered Myrtle and I are that you decided to include us in your orgy. It’s been several years since…
Jack wandered into the lounge room. Small puddles of light fell from the lamp into the…
There’s a maple by the waterthat like all the other broad leafswas late to the party this year
and it’s already dropping leavesjust one or two in the weirdheavy southeasterlies
Before me, at toe-edge,Rolls the last of the line Before deluge — Ice cold, born of ancient glaciersAnd the last fallOf snow— unveiled,Our…