i remember her letter. handwritten on white college-ruled notebook paper torn from it's spiral ... CONTINUED

i. butterflies are back in the yard after another cold winter. they drift in lazy circles ... CONTINUED

i. the opening line never appears to land precisely, despite rehearsals prior to the main ... CONTINUED

Cold rain hammers clay roof tiles, its staccato rhythm hypnotic in a room devoid of ... CONTINUED

through my window moonlight dances between bare branches of the oak out back. i imagine ... CONTINUED

Seger's "Night Moves" wove its spell in a room stripped bare of furniture as couples ... CONTINUED

no candle fitfully flames on my antique dresser. cloaked in darkness, i kneel by an open ... CONTINUED