Archive: September 2015

Uralt

The colleagues would celebrate closing a case with the special hidden bottle of honey-tinted brandy, the very finest, extremely old. All the way down it would burn: grapes of France, …

Keeping Confidences

“You’d better not write a poem about this,” my daughter warns, only half-joking.  She’s just visited her cousin in prison, a young man she’s never been really close to but whom she’s known …

Ghost Road

Interstate traffic veers smoothly right as some State road remnant, a pale-laned highway swatch, trails left through median weeds competing with cracked asphalt, pebbles, and ragged  …