Pity

Two men are sitting in mismatched chairs - one is wood, warped; the other fraying plastic - amidst rubble in the middle of a street in Dicha...

1. Last lingering limns of autumn, her skin the florid color of leaves slowly, beautifully, suffocating. The deliberate way she sheds her ga...

1. A plain under snow under a moonless sky so the whiteness seems a self immolating fire. The aseity of light. ~ A man and woman are in bed....

Woke up later than usual, delving into evening’s domain. Lost brevity somewhere in the morning. ~ Not a thing in this world is of pure orig...

He is cleaning the storm drains, a season late. Months lapsed. He is sweating in the surprising sun. It is only March, but warm. Occasionall...

Precision in the translation of sight, which is really precision of the abstract, which is, of course, nothing at all, and the only thing we...