I watch you near dusk squeezing the orange, turning it, pushing pulp against the rind. The halves you leave, backs touching on the
2021 With nights cold, the month akimbo, like the year, I was not surprised to find some limbs gnarled, blighted. It took me a
If someone brings a gin and tonic and forgets the gin, what is the melody of the missing? Absence assails us with the loudest