Like a victor stripping off his mundial glory, dropping his poker-face and slouching from his…

First a compass, so as to know where one is. Vibrant red needle behind the…

Regret has its season and sadness its domain. Hedges murmur with trapped thunder, a scutter…

How the sky seems to falter, revealing a slight delay, as if inadequately rehearsed, as…

And the smell of saltwater screened by the scent of orange and the air a…