She sailed to India in a paper boat, entering the mouth of the Ganges with burned palms, a lifeline the length of a cherry bomb fuse. It...

She is leaning against the wall, sagging from no water. No one notices as her flower fades and the petals fall again. Hope springs...

The Weather Sniffer He knows how the ants move and what it means, the diagrams of clouds, how fast the cheese curdles, patterns of...

To Sue Who Paints Rocks Well I believe in the power of rocks, their steadfastness solidified by self-preservation, independent yet...