from a distance the saturation of color struck me cold the problem with being numb is that everything is numb. until you are grabbed by the hand, laid in a…

You could cradle the infant once and one thousand times never long to return for another embrace. One thousand scraped knees I could get, but not one Band-aid or kiss…

In my mind I went swinging along printed vines between two lines of poetry. The serif in the “t” is a slide, in the loop of a “g” a good…