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”
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Returning Home
“A person’s heart is like a deep well. Nobody knows what lies at the bottom. We can only imagine what there might be by contemplating the form of the things which, once in a while, come to the surface.” Haruki Murakami, “Airplane” 6/24/2010 Back on the other side of the ‘charco.’ I was surprised atContinue reading “Returning Home”
