the mid-june sun dips below a line of trees. low-flying clouds skip above tiled ... CONTINUED

the solidity of things gets drowned by words until they disappear beneath a tangled web of ... CONTINUED

I saw raven today perched on a power line and bid him to deliver a message to you even ... CONTINUED

She packs the last few trinkets into a brown cardboard box, then tapes it shut. One last look out ... CONTINUED

He spoke about a misplaced serenade from a wilderness of pain, divulging a secret only those in ... CONTINUED

she asked me about toes. if i found them disgusting, something to hide perpetually wrapped in ... CONTINUED