there's no way to know for certain what he saw from his open window one solitary night when he ... CONTINUED

he talked about the ultimate color to thread thru his window on a world and maybe you remember ... CONTINUED

you don't have to pull as these words bleed out and spill on the page to soak them in ... CONTINUED

i. the notes of her song echo across so much empty air between us (and maybe you’ll say ... CONTINUED

it's not some photo pinned in a frame which hangs by the door slowly collecting dust. it's not ... CONTINUED

shaft of moon-beam, cold light striking cold tile floors swept clean of history (at least for ... CONTINUED

she raised her head like you raise a glass to make a toast and when our eyes met in that ... CONTINUED