With boot resting on the aytch of the barstool, the flaneur, blaming tourism’s dwindle, offers…

With arms crossed against the jeers of the mob, the martyr, stepping from the burnished…

The accidental chimes of spoons against wine flutes. A tearful farewell embrace, the children unwrapping…

-I am the friend of the world, the little bird sings. -I’m looking for an…

A thick slab of lard covers a saucer of blue porcelain. Plain surface left gleaming…