by a window — she waits. the sky slowly bleeds from wine to blackest ink. lit by the ... CONTINUED
on huron street
on some summer afternoons i used to kneel as if in prayer by an open bedroom window with my gaze ... CONTINUED
ocean city (5:27 am)
salty waves crash the beach. in the moonlight seagulls fly past like ufos. to the left an ... CONTINUED
if given the chance
if it was sunny i'd loiter on the front porch dressed only in darkness as breezes set birch ... CONTINUED
just a preference
i preferred climbing trees to endless games of tag or war played with silver toy guns reflecting ... CONTINUED
zazen
sunlight breaks above the trees. a time to sit (for only a moment). still the flow of images ... CONTINUED
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