Fugitive Heart
At the anarchist's gathering. Suddenly, there is this girl with a hank of keys clipped onto the belt of her jeans which hang loosely…
Table Two
The woman from the time machine is here. Hair wrapped in richly colored cloth. Light brown Maxi dress. Platform sandals. Writing on scraps of paper at table…
Lint
He dumped her in a suburban basement. They had driven up from the South where she was living with him and his mother. Sleeping on a screened-in…
This New Sun
I dream of a barren urban strand beneath a waterless sky. Through torn fences and empty yards, they appear. One by one, holding candles to the sun. Light the…