within an antique locket hung with filigreed gold a lock of his hair rests safe and secure held ... CONTINUED

the setting sun peeks beneath a line of clouds and casts long shadows over peopled fields of ... CONTINUED

between deep thoughts and hyperbole she asked me to stay while the walls were littered with pop ... CONTINUED

from an open third floor balcony window the deserted city square still wet from afternoon ... CONTINUED

rusted hubcap. hanger wire. ball of twine. three soda cans, their tops carefully removed with ... CONTINUED

Fronting the blue trailer long since abandoned, the road was more cart-path than street with ... CONTINUED

the driver barely looks as i pay the fare. all window seats are taken. most stare at phones or ... CONTINUED