Night Sky with reverence depicted: a smattering of birds dislodged from their hideout among the trees; a bleak streak of white, ...

The totalitarian loss of my days, relinquished into the hands of broken Time. Who is ready to be saved? The winds are passing, tearing us...

It is seen among couples on park benches at midnight— It is not seen by them. It is heard by the deaf and felt by the blind. It greets...