A massive MI, myocardial infarction, happens on a plane from London to LA. The woman doesn’t know her distress is a symptom of her
The broken yellow line disappears into the dark ahead. My rear-view mirror— boundless black, trapped in our mother’s womb, each other’s arms. Trapped in
I never dream of winter woods, though there is space enough for us here, clear air fit for exhaling into mist, whistle-thin around my