he sits on the stoop each day he keeps his pose elbows on knees hands hanging to the space that awaits him as he views constant traffic day after day...
They stood at the high tide line as if they were waiting for the local ferry to transport them eastward. Eyes shifting from the breeze carrying fine...
Thousands of cars travel Main Street each day. They are the destinations being sought at a future moment, covering the same inches of asphalt without...