It’s here in these early morning nighttime silences under shadows of abandoned office buildings— solitary light in the […]
prose poem
He’s a fugitive walking through the neighborhood. Trapped in the town he’s running from. Choruses of frothing loam […]
I saw her again, this time standing on the sidewalk, no bags, or cart or anything to own. […]
It’s likethat time, remember, you drifted through the crowd with purpose and ease. You saw every way forward, […]
Everyone was having a good time. Enjoying their food and drinks and conversations. Then the millennials walked in. […]
Words —We have enough words, but have we got enough people willing to listen. To really listen. It’s […]
travelers stand next to 9-5’ers who line the sidewalk, street-side no parking ’til 9 a.m. Music thunders out […]
