Prose

Celebrate

And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats’ flickering dance. And the seas’ expanse. And death, and chance. — Ursula K le Guin “There is no such thing as non-fiction,” you […]

Poetry

Timing

The old crooner wanders down a quay humming softly to fireworks across the bay that light up an old steeple in redgreen flashes while the young girl dances between his […]