It calls with a clear two-fingered whistle; how a neighbor summons children home for summer supper.  Unabashed wooing.   ...

Divine darkness comes as you leave to find sleep, black wings cover me. What did moths bump into before there were light bulb...

Shadows settle brown-eyed, The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos  warm-palmed; cocoon discarded in yesterday's cobweb. Remo...