BB King

how I call my guitar Lucille? Well I saw some guys in a bar get into a fight, really going at it they started a fire, then the building collapsed. I ran back in to get my guitar just minutes [...]

Heron On Ice

Pale salmon light, 9 degrees. Floor tiles icy. Past branches the beaver’s gnawed, at the small hole the heron waits, deep in the water. Sky goes to guava, tangerine, to rose. Suddenly a [...]

Cameo Faces

a gone woman’s face carved into shell, tangled in a box of fake pearls, one jewel on her throat gone, a hole where what glittered covered her like a woman whose baby or lover’s been [...]