The goblet, the archway into the old town, the snowwhite V of a sapling in…

Only twice in a lifetime might a stranger be plucked from the crowd and addressed…

The day sat still, as though terror- struck by night. And moved in its hours…

Dolphin-love amid the derricks, the squeal and grind of iron cables, seaweed like pistachio floss,…

A window small enough to fit inside a matchbox. A boat stapled back together each…