Half moon.
when she left he hung in the world like a permanent half moon
Monthly Archives: December 2014
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her profane breath cleansed the world around me
Free.
He stopped dead in the middle of the street. Several people walked briskly past; they were as clear to him …
Inside the lines.
I am contained inside these lines. I hang between the words like a ghost. I float from one sentence to …
An exchange in spring.
Not far from our city’s heart, adjacent to a well–visited but not overcrowded street, there is a square with …
