Fear is inevitable where love is absent.

An Ungiven Eulogy We collected years and seashells, watched gulls pushed backwards in the air by the strong Cape wind. If I looked across the water carefully, you said I would be able to see Australia. You found a conch for me, said it held a tiny...

I've been on the periphery of conversations about the global economic meltdown and the world economic crisis. I hear about it on the news, I read about it in the paper, arbitrary people make reference to it during phone calls about unrelated things...

Five of my poems (Curtain Call, Days of Cloth, Epiphany, One Last Look and Beauty) are scheduled to appear in Volume 8 of A Generation Defining Itself, which will be published before the end of the year. The Editor, Marlow Peerse Weaver, describes...

"Shoes should be the same shade as your hemline or darker," explained our colour-coding consultant. I blamed my taste on the moon's position in Cascaya at my time of birth. You threw back your head and laughed, called me an ingénue. I still can...