from behind moonshine curtains peering down upon my closed eyes to crop out dreams and replace with vivid reminders of us; remade memories that I shred the morning after the night is out to...
On bright days, when we came into the dark, she looked like a white rope strung and looped in the rafters overhead. But when our eyes got used to the dim light, we could...
Now, as his day grows dark, it’s time to know names. These sentinels are older than the house, the house older than the man, and the man not young. He’s seen these trees every...
