a ladder cannot be convinced to climb down from itself . i watch him knit a mirror with his eyes watch him cast the first stone into original memory to see it skim towards the …
A Party in Small Moments The morning tinkle of spoon in bowl, almost like the sound of a buoy out at sea. And who is conjured into image by these gentle calls? What ladies …
The first song Danuta learned in Mrs Martin’s class was Build your house on a good foundation. “It’s a special song called a hymn,” Mrs Martin told the class. “I learned it at Sunday School, …
Mr. F *, a distinguished sculptor and creator of forms in likeness of numerous beasts of all species and orders, carefully walked down the street, looking left and right, listening cautiously, as he inevitably knew …
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