Somewhere beneath thick morning mist and sailing calm blue waters on Shelekhivske lake you can ... CONTINUED

from the train it's all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing or ... CONTINUED

she sang to me (and to more than only me), her voice hitting notes reserved for gods (or in ... CONTINUED

I remember her sitting cross-legged in a white low-cut cotton dress speckled with tiny ... CONTINUED

i catch the clock on the wall mocking me with each incessant tickety-tock as its second ... CONTINUED

on many a lazy summer evening we would hike to varnum cemetery and our favorite spot on the ... CONTINUED

to catch each tear and hold them close like precious dew on a mountain slope or liquid ... CONTINUED