I Wind over grain becomes you, ripples in rhythm under your skin, a sapling in the wind, its leaves in love with the pavement. II Each of...

Trainee. Young woman—no, a girl in a lab coat. Treadmill, a stress test. Nervously she says Excuse me but I have to shave your chest hair...

My Mother Rose from the Dead days after mourners whispered and wailed their farewells. Her lungs were now pure, her mood magnanimous....

homage to D.H. Lawrence I return too often to the bayou land of my marriage there: lone cypress folded in like a dark thought for...

Event Horizon What exactly is an event horizon she asked but he had no explanation the two words seemingly irreconcilable one of them...