He traces his fingers in pencil on a blank, white [...]

("Ahura Mazda, Supreme Being and Creator") Poor Zoroaster, all his [...]

Maybe the small shadow fluttering through the light as I [...]

Bone of a finger grown thin, no longer straight, knuckles [...]

A door opens to another door, the door to a [...]

Back then when he lived in a bungalow, after his [...]

Can't be so: inventory on night shift in a supermarket [...]

  The father who slams down his ace with a [...]

  We sit against their backs on those days mounds [...]

What mourns the cooing dove, the dove settled in remains [...]