I. Axon in dendrite forest. Look-see Over a shoulder disintegrating to gypsophila petals— Before this space, Her suspense of snow...

Innocence and curiosity like the early birds of spring Flowers not yet blossomed yet sprouting into bloom Our goals and aspirations duly...

I haven’t been back to my blind sister Ibolya Éva’s home since mother’s death. I passed right by it once, in a dream. White clapboard on...

If you’ve ever sailt, you know that the salt air on a particularly hard day will lift your lunch out of you, robbing you of everything It...

I am down the spiral muddy of the river This river calms us like a mother It even spits us up like a death that we thought was long gone...