A Brief For The Defense

Susurrant sounds of highway traffic, not seen, slow abrasion though quick by geologic measures, the mysterious journeys of others The night ...

The persistent, pleasant palaver of rain; like a wedding party passed in the night, heard but invisible, some light deep inside, the plangen...

We couch our insecurities deep in language’s familiar shape. (it is very soft on the inside, like velvet) A young woman opens a door to some...

Often, in the most central acts of love, I feel hollowed, absent, as if coolly watching a third party. And her breasts had an unusual hang, ...

There seems an abundance of leaves, as if they are never ending, infinite as stars, waiting for the wind to play with and disperse them like...

Why would He create a world so vastly beautiful only to watch it be slowly destroyed? Ah, but he gave us free will! you say. I say, No novel...

November of 1902, in Philadelphia, felt like summer, and the poet was suffering a bout of dyspepsia. He wasn’t a poet at the time. A dental ...