Cried to by name and rank: son of, smiter of, deliverer from. Too much the…

Gold hums upon the table its bee-worthy drone. No need to squint till the light…

Rotten diagnosis, less destiny than miracle. Slave to worry, slave to joy, slipping the sapped…

An ice-cube for his whisky, a matchstick for her gin, colliding at sin’s before and…

Indulgence or mercy. And why not both? A daytime caress to steal a carbon blemish…