out past the screen door night sneaks up like a black cat, dewy with fog. in the trees out ... CONTINUED

From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life once ... CONTINUED

I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for ... CONTINUED

dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad's zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single ... CONTINUED

in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac's ... CONTINUED