Moving slow like a wave the days with my daughter unfurl in a languid and sleepy, sleep-deprived dream. Always, there are dishes to wash…
I pause beneath a large oak tree and sift through dry leaves, searching for the tiny sprout I know is there, pushing up the grains of…
Ciudad Juarez sits in the Mexican…
He calls her the flowerand grooms heruntil she believes himand blooms.
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The Grim Reaper has scared awaythe heart into a deep, dark cellar.Rolling its eyes the Reaper grumbles,“Oh…