If there were a way, like recycling machines might, to procure a dollar, quarter, or even a dime for every fact, figure, or history we…
Love like miles, a heart like a child’s: these are the gifts that my Granmama styles in each smile, simile, similarly set by the scenes…
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet some believe he was real (the latter day)…
Shivering opacity sits out the three-day tomb, so for you, a casual, conversant aplomb: What crossed the road and why did it travel? What…
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor dourly sweet, nearly not spilt as a vessel…
To be vulnerable is to ask for contest, beg for Violence with its mate, Death, to invite them inside for tea and biscuit.…
You called to tell me something about whiskey, those kinds of lessons gleaned from fermentation in the hot sun before a cold winter spent in…
When the tempest conjures, let there be just a moment where you can reflect as a movietime montage, compiled-fast into those blinking moments before you…