there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only ... CONTINUED
not lost on me
i. raven hair, a sacred crown cascading in thick torrents down the nape of her ... CONTINUED
with a shrug
at the end of our road a rusted metal fence holds a faded "dead end" sign hanging askew. beyond, ... CONTINUED
your wildflowers
i. no flowers linger by the garden gate after this ice-cold winter. my gloves still lie in ... CONTINUED
a smile (in passing)
with a lurch the train shudders from the station. moving slowly at first, it picks up ... CONTINUED
a letter (ii)
i remember her letter. handwritten on white college-ruled notebook paper torn from it's spiral ... CONTINUED
white noise (in three movements)
i. butterflies are back in the yard after another cold winter. they drift in lazy circles ... CONTINUED