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The rusty old man, shoes covered with fallen leaves, moves alone toward winter.

The first cigarette I ever smoked was after dark. A fresh, long reject from someone’s car with magenta lipstick on the filter. I..

Momma made a quilt for me from old dresses and rags she saved. My lover took it to the park that day and spread it in the glade. It was the..

There is a carnival in the sky flashing light and making noise, threatening rivers of rain to come with lights a-spin and thunder, too. ..

I’ve read of the Greeks and, Socrates aside, they were a weird bunch of bedfellows, but they knew danger, an..

The king on the mirror,has been hung... born to master craftsman and friend knife to crown the the wooden frame laughs at our vanity bu..

The thing about that summer was the long walks in the isolated back-ountry roads of Wisconsin. The green tinged with blue… The..

So you were kind to that wino with the shopping cart... So you voted against instead of for… So you made hot love to Mary J..

The long road makes slow curls around the floor of the valley on its way to the highway, a leisurely ride past precarious old houses wit..

Have you ever had a dream as big as Autumn, and when you wake on a cold, November morning, she’s still there? Outside, the..