BLOSSOM Either grief has no shape, sneaks through the cracks like a poisonous gas or I was born forgotten. Nurses fed me milk, sco...

PANEL VAN You know the one about the white panel van, the one about the dark sedan, the one I told my daughter this morning, the one...

FROM VISITATIONS This country has no lamps for its alleys, but I know the streets like the body of a whore, those wounded stones, valleys...

SUNDAY EVENING           The twins were found dead Sunday night           in their father’s home after police got a call           around ...

INTO THE BLUE At the edge of a boat dock the blue nudes look far down a ladder—   to where it hits surface glass. They can see rungs b...