gesturing with backflung hand at life led she says nothing so special about Jesus all of us walk atop drowning words and hurt and loss and disappointment fall as […]

  Moments to a small bird song surrendered golden-eyed a midnight lost time is an illusion as the shadows moan and stretch imaginary rhythm to a syncopated death turn the […]

  violation scabbed over a seam of translucence she pulls at her sleeve lays her wrist upon table in the over-warm room wasn’t much she murmurs was a once wasn’t […]