Muck caked soles and choking shins.  Blotched cheeks, lungs squeezed. …

She doesn’t have long for this world, he said.  Simple…

There’s a tasteful temptation to the pessimum.   To the husk…

We crossed paths in a place   I wouldn’t dare to…

An inspiration, at last— the doe beneath the window.  Present,…

First-day tension and crackling cavity   Dozen eyes, dozen titles …