a lone figure crests the dune. her cloak flaps wildly behind tossed by a searing-hot wind. she ... CONTINUED
in the mood
in a foreign city far from the central square an empty coffee shop opens its windows to the ... CONTINUED
just like gatsby
sometimes i can still imagine him standing at the edge of a west egg dock peering through the ... CONTINUED
haunt me
trees skeletal and severe in the moonlight stretch their bony fingers skyward as if pleading for ... CONTINUED
woman at the well
"your skin is my skin," she said. "your lips are my lips, your heart, my heart." beyond parable ... CONTINUED
flower petals
beneath starry skies i wait for you. it's late and long past counting these idle hours until ... CONTINUED
like confetti
twin maples on my front lawn flicker and flame in morning sunlight. one by one ... CONTINUED