The animated sky lit up again above the small, cozy coffee shop. Numerous lamps and lights turned on, stairwell lighting came on, and elevators and escalators started moving. “I think it's time for me to go,” said the blonde, blowing...

An old tinted minivan quickly pulled into the underground parking garage. No one paid any attention to this. Not the sleepy security guards at the shopping center, long accustomed to catching only petty thieves and drunken hooligans from time...

And then she said,  after pretending to be a porn   actress on a third-hand hotel mattress,  “I like your poetry, but hate your poems”    And then she said  like a bride spitting through her veil  “I take love where I find it”    No one viewed my heart’s removal van  driving baggage towards lighthouse-lights...