It’s your bad handwriting I like to look at, your giant hands, sharp stubble, the grey in your hair, the lines on your face, jagged fi...

When I asked my brain to stop playing games with me it made my eyes roll so far back I could see flashes of where all the self-punishment ...

he wants her in the morning before the bird chorus and the idea of daily news breath like silk cheeks flushed body warm from the river...

They forgot to make me a boy. I was born and everything. Smelted in the forge. I’ve got a good bowl. Weighty handle. But they made me a not-...

I knew the woman who walked into the river that winter it took three days to find her bundled like a sleeping swan in the frost-sharpene...

They call me Nowhere; a non-place known, at least, to non-people — They think. But a where cannot not exist and be a non-position. Thus ...

There, on a bough of wattle jutting over water, a little azure kingfisher, Ceyx azureus , sits. Blue as a summer sky, bronze-breaste...

I must have been having the time of my life the year I started singing, trying hard to remember the words, but high on applause and silve...