Shy squirrel, fat as greed and squeezed like a compact toy bulked small between dirt…

Bluffed by dimples in a curve, I was by tacit profile invited to admire these…

Here, among the rosary-tellers, he feels at claustrophobic home in a way he never does…

The wings of Juan Gris, spread high above the city. The pale sky, rinsed of…

A faraway land of leaping fire-maidens, nimble in their polar boots, dark eyes for drunk…