A blank sun pressing its palm to my forehead, I am wrapped in a red scarf that’s seen foreign winters and snowfalls in my city — now the glare is too hot for April and the spuming water too cold. The beach is part desert, sand thick and dry dropping like fistfuls of bird seeds,Continue reading “Cape May”
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Hiatus II
In the side mirror the thin wisp of smoke curls, wanders under the orange parking lot light, curls back inside towards the dash as if lost, the long cigarette held by a pale hand as if not your own — a hand that is only a hand, leaning against an open window beyond the “DoContinue reading “Hiatus II”
Hiatus
“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson In New York, you walk across the sameContinue reading “Hiatus”
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