Alone and lonely in a foreign land
this is our brave soldier’s plight
That we may always enjoy our...
someone put tiny grenades in the M&Ms
on the table in the conference room
I must have eaten a dozen of them
I...
when time is not strung together
by other moments in time
some other kind of twine
must bundle...
qualitative distinctions
rising mist from mourning’s river
trading in pain
growing through the exchange
of hands
in contrast to...