It Was After
It was after her suicide that we met, her confusion swirling through the air from across the street where it...
Looking Back to the Cusp
A whale at the side of the panga spouted through her blowhole, looked me in the eye and let...
Benevolent Mexican Morning
Over my shoulder, the waxing moon smiles, and a ranchera floats its notes from the radio on the fisherman’s boat....
Unlocking the Light
It fits, the key in the dream. I open the cottage door, and Light pours out— Stunned, I stumble back....
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