Prose & Poetry

          I couldn’t stop altogether my periodic jaunts to the dives, those upper-lower hangouts frequented […]

Sound travels uninterrupted as long as it has a medium to travel through. Up here in

“Whatever commandment the prisoner has disobeyed is written upon his body by the Harrow.” In the

For Peter When he asks for a ride to cardiology, I get there early before dawn

I didn’t expect it to hurt so much. Or that I would miss it. The pain

North The last rays touch the snowy waste, fierce flames of fiery red and gold gleam

֍ All of this took place long before I arrived on the scene. Before I was

The earliest memory of my first parents many centuries ago was from a time when I

Mother! What do you dream about when the sky goes dark?  Do you dream of larks