Child Of Storms
There is a warm slow breeze connected by a thread, a breath, a whispered voice; a faint kiss brushing the cheek and drawing itself up, a wobbly child’s careful…
There is a warm slow breeze connected by a thread, a breath, a whispered voice; a faint kiss brushing the cheek and drawing itself up, a wobbly child’s careful…
A storm blew inside his head the night he reluctantly decided to answer another personal ad. He had promised himself that he would not respond to any more;…
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including…
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…
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…
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…