’Tis hardly an easy thing to do
My eyes say I’m sorry but he looks away, the creases around his eyes showing his annoyance.‘Please, please be patient with me,’ I beg with…
Or The 60th Time Is The Charm
A poem, a place
We knew this before men in their hubris flooded the valley with decades of water and settling…
In the shudder that ran through meWhen you kissed my handIn that night of fireworks,Laden in the sprawling lights.
They took their places, in their customary battle positions. She was on white tonight, he on black. They switched often…