Rent In Twain The eagle within me dreams of soaring Above aught that in earth-tied eyes may gleam: Plucking the richest prey out of
Behind: The Scenes The decision to come up and press against your back is that of a ghost glad to give up walking through
Do Not Covet Your Sister’s Pet My sister rescued Hugo from abuse, a poodle-Bichon Frisé mix, white curls, soulful brown eyes, loyal to his
Unsung Her words trickle from her tongue like fire Blaze through the darkness, igniting night Still air rattles from the heat, bubbles up spills
KEWPIES ON PARADE Here come the kewpies to the fete. What jewels, what gowns, what suits. No wonder throngs of gawkers wait Along the
Three Copper Men Lowell was a howl when we played the old dive with its cheap shot tequilas and its strip-joint jive.