Water knows something about surviving great leaps. We love even the small ones so much we name them so that any person standing on
In the dream, my mother is dead but still she calls me on the phone. In the dream, there is a sheet cake and
After last night unclenched me, I tipped my dream out, slid its ruined kitchen and lost watch into the dust bin. I was a
Only mid-June cattails molting time slips unfelt. At the beach the Indiana shoreline turned unfamiliar overnight: the tree line moved stalks the coal stack.