As if in response to some call for proof. Under pressure, shame and stress, ponded…

Clear the turnstile with tight-shut eyes, to where the ferry rocks itself to sleep in…

Eddies spin the glaucous pip, stentorian ‘what’s your pleasure?’ of a boy-hipped, windmill-tickling girl. The…

Simplicity’s the key: incidental, apple-sweet. After an afternoon’s ecstatic exertions, the shift and roll and…

Temple topped by brick and slab and priest-kissed plank. Teotihuacan, newest world. Both led and…