i captured a sliver of the moon on the tip of my tongue a tiny thousand fireflies, between steamy puffs of burning lungs, a shimmering. i...

My mother lived in the waters here, Chocolate brown as she could be On the edge of Public's Beach She grew up in a caretaker's cottage,...

17,807 days how many times is too many times to begin again? who is the accountant keeping track of my failures? is there really a tally...