Bracken snarls as wind attempts a breakthrough. Pale October sky above the slobber of mud…

Last words above the changing signature. A mystery of love ingrains the metal, splintering the…

Brained by a falling turtle or run over by a laundry truck: a spinster in…

In the region of love’s disease, processional with ghosts and furies, there is a wall…

Never dream of empires, my dozing ones. Cool yourselves in the bureaucracy of my gray…