Admission
Here's a good one: I cry without catharsis within the white spaces of my day-- the lone car rides home, the intermittence between college classes and the open garden where life grows and grows, seemingly from dirt, water, love. How is it then...
The New Goliath - Chapter Four
Chapter Four The elder wolf was a fish out of water in the kitchen. Probably the reason why he never cooked it. But as a boy he loved to fish. The slick and steady Bair Creek: the gathering spot for children those days, even the young women. A can of...