We are all connected, one unto another.

I have been going about as usually do when, suddenly, without warning, I am overwhelmed by some feeling. There it is. As real as anything.

Plinth: the ring of truth and false pretenses
Plinth: the sound of a plucked string
Plinth: or gravel

Good old Patrick Casey!

She’d gotten into the habit of going nights
to a secret ledge on the apartment house roof

Someone has brought potato salad and someone else has brought cole slaw.

I smear my lips with lipstick, my cheeks with rouge