A Brief For The Defense

He takes breakfast late on Sundays, alone. It is the end of summer, the summer in which the absence of pain stopped being a surprise and ...

Your room is cluttered with leaves the way a yard is cluttered with books. Some are raked into precipitous piles in corners and under tree...

Summer is senescing into soft spools of shadow. Autumn sweetens the mornings with his hard ambrosia. We are inside late summer, mostly n...