Poetry: Memory, The Robin's Nest & Birth
Memory I see the train pass by and reminisce my childhood dreams... I lift my feet, pull them close off the ground, tumble backward...
Selcouth Station
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Short Story: A Grandfather Clock, a Pick-Up Truck, and a Bald Man
It is raining (though barely). The temperature is a cool and steady sixty-one degrees. It is early morning in a Chicago suburb. Birds...
Poetry: El Paso & Redfield
EL PASO Dust. Earth that was maybe red. A city of pain. A decade ago I lived in El Paso, and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress...