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

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

the weight of my world hung in the balance as her hands shuffled fate along with the ... CONTINUED