in a foreign city far from the central square an empty coffee shop opens its windows to the ... CONTINUED

sometimes i can still imagine him standing at the edge of a west egg dock peering through the ... CONTINUED

trees skeletal and severe in the moonlight stretch their bony fingers skyward as if pleading for ... CONTINUED

"your skin is my skin," she said. "your lips are my lips, your heart, my heart." beyond parable ... CONTINUED

beneath starry skies i wait for you. it's late and long past counting these idle hours until ... CONTINUED

twin maples on my front lawn flicker and flame in morning sunlight. one by one ... CONTINUED