No beams or trusses ― just a simple span of obstacles, make-do suspension, stubborn enough to find a way , woven one sleeples...

There must be something other than ringtones. I need freedom with a heavy clapper. The steeple in my road is silent. You show...

Late Sunday risers consider briquettes. Samples in paper cups.  Frankfurters.  Beer. Fresh from church, a dressed couple pra...