Spring Cleaned  Can’t you just tellits springor thereabouts ..The old house smellsvaguely againof both hyacinthsand new disinfectant ..Plus there’s nota single cobwebor dust mote in sight ..Meanwhile,in the yard outside,the line looksfit to break beneaththe combinedweight of our freshlaundered sheetsand...

anxiety in a smile that liesit is nervous and tightthere is no room for a gigglea snicker escapes its prisonsarcastic to the bonebrittle by light of dayexhausted by noonseverity in the clockmocking me with its ability to stoptrapping me...

A haunting mignon. My sweet Musette,of darkness. A pale silhouette weepingon cold stones, in heaven’s crypt. Cracked by the frost of blind angels,carved from bones, bleeding in the rainWith haloes. Trapped in a holy tombof profane. My eternal call. Half dead,...