maybe von helmholtz got it wrong when he measured the speed of nerve conductivity as eighty feet ... CONTINUED

hot summer afternoons have long transformed all buds into bloom. from my shuttered room i peek ... CONTINUED

beneath an ink dark moon she waited for me but i was lost in the depths of sleep, dreaming of a ... CONTINUED

between one heartbeat and the next so much which hangs together by the fragilest of threads can ... CONTINUED

her barefoot steps kick up dust along the beachward path and disappear from view over ... CONTINUED

it’s bittersweet to survey the field of one’s becoming with an eye to what’s real and (what could ... CONTINUED

snow falls. from flat on my back specks of gray dance and swirl in random circles high ... CONTINUED