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On the balcony, a basket, vines over its eyes. Across the alley, wind bullies a leaf. On the street, heads behind windshields, sunglasses, pinned up hair. They ...
On the balcony, a basket, vines over its eyes. Across the alley, wind bullies a leaf. On the street, heads behind windshields, sunglasses, pinned up hair. They ...
When the fog of anguish blocks sensory contact of your feet with the floor of your bedroom, or the hallway leading out of your condo, or the snow covered sidewa...
I’m sitting in a Second-Cup corner chair behind a large plate glass window, listening to counter clatter and the general jump-start stirrings of a new day. Coff...
I saw two pigeons delight in flight, not believing their good fortune at a warm November wind, flashing white undersides of wings, climbing higher until their g...