He’d been on his knees all morning the second day when he first saw her. It was the only time in his life he saw…
“In Monterey the squid they say is tender as baloney. But here I’ll pound a little round of tough old abalone.” George Sterling was Bohemian,…
I cannot reach you… If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea…
I only want to know your name. there is a drizzle of homemade jam on this memory i think i have, like a hug under…
(1) On Rogation Sunday in a field in Kent The flowing blessing is presently underway. And in a building too shy to hold a woman…
Scour-faced, jet-lagged, fresh from the airport, they plod up the tower’s steps and stare across to the Old Man of Storr’s sky-pointing finger. And…
George Tandle stood, patiently waiting for the 7:38 from Bunker Hill to Hardchester. From the lofty vantage point of the station, he could see nearly…
I. She relates to me that a race vet in Kaltag has misplaced a glove, gone gloveless and at forty below developed frostbite. This year,…