Even after the madness had set in, A tide that on some day in late August Declined, contrarily, to recede, She could be rescued, sometimes, By standing still and quiet On cobbled stones set in ever Widening circles, circuitous paths Around the narrow alleys of her youth, When suitors had to a one praised Her […]
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Once my brother and I found a pigeon, still and bloodied. We crouched down and stared for some time. Then, a flutter. I looked to my brother for confirmation: had he seen the trembling of a wing? He nodded. And took off running, leaving me and the bird. “I’ll be back!,” he shouted. “I’m getting […]
