Poetry from Photographs Washed by fate ashore helpless tossed on nothing sand we cling with failing strength to colored anything to...

Steam, wispy and light, drifts toward a clear blue sky. Like my usual thoughts, scattered and busy, it disappears into the light breeze....

Nerves faded into the quiet din of silver cutlery, white plates, and soft string-quartet melodies. His left leg, its secret bouncing,...