death is a place

.   The last time we had dinner together in a restaurant with white table clothes, he leaned forward and took my two hands in his and said, ...

. As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together ...

. Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work bu...