The Fog from the River
The Fog from the River My room was strangely dark when I woke. I checked the clock. 7:30, my usual time for waking. I op…
The Fog from the River My room was strangely dark when I woke. I checked the clock. 7:30, my usual time for waking. I op…
Eras The slice of sky has gone ghostly between the brownstones on Fifth Avenue. It's a little after 4 pm on Friday, …
Reconstructed Newsreels Your progression of thoughts, herky-jerky, like old movie reels played. A shabby, cramped newsst…
Imagination on Land and Sea Imagination floats on streams of new questions, whose shores lie against lands of so…
The Fluency of Unmuffled Words Like chrysalism, that amniotic tranquility felt indoors during the eerie tension of a t-…
Worms Worms are eating my brain. I haven’t seen them yet, but I can feel them munch munch munching around in there. With e…
The Woman Who Grew Another Woman She went to bed with a lump on her shoulder . Her husband wanted her to accompany…
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