manifold we tippytoed …
Mark Waldron
are our spirits, these loquacious silver gods who glide at …
I really do wish I did. Because if I loved …
It’s summer, and just the sunniest …
All the new birds …
what a saint you are, shining on everything, …
I don’t want to say …
On occasion, when the mood takes him …
Existence trumps nonexistence every time. It has …