• Flood: Years Of Solitude

    To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway.
    To the one at the back of the empty bus.
    To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall.
    To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past.... more »

  • Moto Perpetuo

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    I've been walking in circles for what seems like days.
    They've been playing Paganini, but you know... more »

  • Temporary Losses

    Now that I know where circus children
    go when they run away, I have no desire to move.
    I load the moving van and tell the driver
    to go until he runs out of road or out of gas or... more »