Out the inn room’s windowpane is rain and rain and yet more rain. I write by guttering candleflame (to rain and rain and yet more rain) sore with walking, stiff [...]

The driver asked if I’d like to sit down I replied “I’ve been sitting all day.” The greater truth was that I wished to feel the floor move and sway. [...]

There’s a graveyard across from the coffee shop.Between them — a highway with cars that don’t stop.Thus, I sit, a mortal with teaand a spirit contemplating mortality.Displayed through windows stretching [...]