I remember you 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 the second ... CONTINUED

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

his side of the closet is vacant now save for a handful of white wire hangers left behind too ... CONTINUED

the soul of a flute is found in notes that float on a tempered breath while the soul of a ... CONTINUED

I. beneath a cherry tree soft with early buds you gave your love to me. II. you cannot ... CONTINUED

she asked about loneliness and what it was all supposed to mean as if somehow this singular ... CONTINUED