Alvaro hoists his walker towards the elevator with his trash bag balanced on the seat. He struggles with each step. His mood is congenial, his…
Alvaro hoists his walker towards the elevator with his trash bag balanced on the seat. He struggles with each step. His mood is congenial, his…
The clatter cart hobbles down sterile white tile hallway little square rooms patients wait watching clock minutes move like tragic soldiers circling round batting down…
I found a wounded swallow battered from this world curled upon leaves of falsity fragile as it was chemistry thrown askew she had tried to…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…