As Befitting Majesty Reclining in a lily slipper, a toad is halfway to a prince, already satin-mantled, high above the hoi-polloi, observing the stars wheeling in their courses, clouds threatening like nations before passing over. Small as he is, the... Continue Reading →
Through His Lens He frames the world through his lens, directing his subjects this way and that, ordering one gone completely, as if to rewrite history, you were never here, changing whole landscapes with a slight shift of his body,... Continue Reading →
Free-Box I am not above stooping, free-box food as good as any other, the shampoo in half-used bottles still shampoo, a set of tea lights with only two missing, a cable sweater with a faint stain I’d put in the... Continue Reading →
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