What is it that you don’t see about omniscience, can’t wrap your sight around? Sure, the point of point of view is murky on
The images are like old friends I no longer have enough in common with. “Three-sweatered like a crusted pine,” “The fisherman scent of imagined
The moon is small tonight, lemon-shaped. Earth is prisoned in white; the pane is cold, shutters cold, sky black. It is as if ice
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