Swindling death–or divine mercy
Eight hours after dodging death I delivered a qualified account of the incident to my father. He went to see the place—drove there in the old Newport—leaving me...
Category: Poetics
There are no small moments
There are no small moments, but how do you prove this to the hero, or the progressive, or the chief investments officer? And how do you convince your own soul—a...
This poem is intended for single use only
This poem is intended for single use only and is taken entirely and only from the copy on a Starbucks cup, with sleeve. No words were omitted or wasted in the m...