My sister, Char, and I sit down with Russian coffees, hers a little more coffee, mine a little more Russian. Her hair is still wet from falling in the pool, and I’m worried she’ll catch a cold, but she only rolls her eyes at me. (more…)
on the nightstand (more…)
What did the world first suggest? Snow
filled the street, erased the curbs. Made whiteness (more…)
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