We have come to a threshold, maybe crossed over. Like gawky newlyweds. We are no longer the people we once thought we were, which is to say,...
AP photo of a protestor in Haiti I cannot see her face, but she is beautiful. Black skinned, muscled taut in fury. I can see her shoulder bl...
Right now, I am up with the fallow, pearly morning. Doing the dishes slowly by hand. Listening to dead Delta blues men. Dancing a bit, poorl...
First snow. Nearly dawn. What I wouldn’t do for a cigarette. Or, a grapefruit, halved, drizzled with a pinch, or two, of sugar.
A lovely girl, wrapped like a child in an oversized blanket. She lets it fall open in front, like a tent flap. Ashen skin, the puerile pink ...
