Every evanescent wink of exposure to dawn’s ascending sun is at once grievous and mollifying to the anguish of eternal life.  I have beheld the death of my kin until I became the sole remnant of my lineage.  I, who awaken every twilight to the torturous caterwauling of untold...

“Before you could walk beside me,  you learned to rest against my heart. In your tiny eyes, I see a love so pure  it quiets every storm inside me. Nathan, you are not just my son  — you are the softest piece of my...

It is what it is, an echo of forgotten dreamsthe hinges on a door or a cold spot on a pillow that whispers and breatheson your neck and the silence isn't even dead yetlook softly before you scream an empty house partywith...