no candle fitfully flames on my antique dresser. cloaked in darkness, i kneel by an open ... CONTINUED

out past the screen door night sneaks up like a black cat, dewy with fog. in the trees out ... CONTINUED

From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life once ... CONTINUED

I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for ... CONTINUED

dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad's zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single ... CONTINUED

in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac's ... CONTINUED

yellow leaves skate past the patio door, their desiccated shapes fragile and ... CONTINUED