The Wolves of Memory
Loping through thick snow, fur matted with ice, they have lost the trace that led them long ago from a…
The Wolves of Memory
Loping through thick snow, fur matted with ice, they have lost the trace that led them long ago from a…
Studio Portrait
My uncle in his uniform, dog-collared, briar clutched at an angle, brilliantined hair with a central parting,très debonaire. This could…
Studio Portrait
My uncle in his uniform, dog-collared, briar clutched at an angle, brilliantined hair with a central parting,très debonaire. This could…
Annie’s Fish
It hangs, a mobile in the stairwell, always in motion however slight. Each silver scale as it sparkles there a…
Annie’s Fish
It hangs, a mobile in the stairwell, always in motion however slight. Each silver scale as it sparkles there a…
