Autumn again and we’re both in our own corners of elsewhere. I wonder if you sit by the window, too. I wonder, of all
My favorites were the first to go: verisimilitude, Constantinople, crickets. Then went, plucked from me, words I rarely needed; but they were beautiful, nonetheless:
Truck fall down my toddler says dropping a truck to the floor lips curling into a smile as his small body swells with delight.
At what altar did you kneel, what cruel god pressed his thumb against your forehead and a stone under your tongue and did not