Prelude to a Dream
It’s the bold strokes of tobacco smoke curling through a window half-shut from a starving apartment out into some back …
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Profession
Few memories of my life would compare to the beauty and hopelessness of last night, close to midnight, when I …
A Longest Night
It’s like we’re standing under a street lamp. It’s like we’re interfering with the way light falls on the pavement. …
