And so among the starry refineries …
Joel Brouwer
She said what about San Francisco? Another …
He faced the sink, one foot up …
He startled to see a statue of blind …
Photograph found in the road: bejeweled hand …
After a morning of work in separate rooms …
Beneath three thousand feet, the sea is wholly dark. …
She stepped into the tub at dawn and turned …
You’re not dewy with …
Each morning in the little white cabin …
He slaughtered a six of Miller in thanks …