Monthly Archives: September 2011

The billow of cloud caps the roof-ridge like a line of purple tree tops.

I will simply sip my tea; the storm speaks enough for the both of us.

One pinch of hair tucked behind the ear. Sometimes that’s all it really takes.

Unlikely heroes seem like fools. They’re far from them. We’ll miss you, Ozzie.

its dying refuse- al reconfigures a com- pliant nature

Unbeknownst between, let us walk as Levin: on soil fecund with death.

Three drops of water added to amber, all three of import, equal.