She showed up right on time, like she never does. She was wearing one of those tan trench coats, belted tight against the slight cold...

In the distance a gull screams As I dream of kelpies Leading a charge of Aquatic soldiers, cresting The waves and heading For shore with...

When the affair with the Imp and Yatzi began, I was enjoying a tropical bath, humming the song about the farmer’s daughter and the...

discarded, your cherished lyre, along with your wreath of myrtle and roses: gathering dust on the nightstand alongside a stack of...