egg plucked from warm nest little bird gone before drawn breath I was watching waiting for you to hatch incubating, teeming rounding,...

The lies are ja gg ed. They catch on my tongue and I cringe when the s o u n d punctures my eardrums. My children ask Will I see my...

Make use of the things around you. The drunk English professor at the end of the notched oak bar. The screaming child and the crying...