Call It Love
Even while he lay, stern-browed and staticon the bed, rejecting deaththose of us still standingin the hushed roomsaw his arms […]
Even while he lay, stern-browed and staticon the bed, rejecting deaththose of us still standingin the hushed roomsaw his arms […]
The dying make no bones about it. It’s life they want to talk about–business as usual: news and weather, sports,
She was involved in complexities of shallots.He peeled thin skins, parting a garlic clovelike a dancer’s pale shoes.Breaktime they spooned
When she enters she has to adjust the seat to her size. She thinks this is how it feels to drive
After the first drink, you can be what you’re not. It’s so easy, all you must do is
The doorknobs were tarnished and smoky. Sunlight in the room shuffled into corners. We were debating