The oaks touch the august, dappled sky out the master-bedroom windows, and the sparkling French doors turn on the smoothest hinge in the garden, the...
The fan spins a blur like the churning hot city-scape chasing the sick cure... straining the psyche of a new-beatnik poet missing mythic peace... as...
"Monsters? There is also talk of other fabulous human portents, which are not real, but invented: they are symbols of a set reality. This is the case...
