A Brief For The Defense

The capitol dome, gleaming under the hard aspersion of a fall sun. We watch three small birds perch on a wire, conversational in posture. Th...

It is one of those autumn afternoons of adolescent yore. Effervescent, this slow sacrifice of light to the verdurous harvest Gods. The sky, ...

Submerged in my own ponderous house, the barren azaleas like sinewy old maids in the yard, the dead leaf rot underfoot, moist and soft. Walk...