The wind has found its somnolent chords driving across the earth with portentous song played in C-minor, an ominous dissonance stripping the...
We all play so many different notes of intimacy in our lives. Your smile, the one when you’ve let your body throw itself back and the youthf...
It was a dour, pewter day in the middle of April. Rain had fallen the night before, and oil slicked puddles coursed along the curbs, lending...
Accumbent amongst the rhododendrons and magnolias is an older woman, sprawled with the laxness of death about a blanket, bared face up, dren...
It is a spring day scoured by heavens, erect wind chime concertos singing like dainty sopranos in the susurrus aroused from winter’s brittle...
Birds chirp off course under cover of efflorescent azaleas Unaware of the human importance unfolding on mule sculpted earth Were these thras...
