Postcards When all is done, and postcards are from far away, I’ll remember each step of cobblestone walks at night, gaps between pebbles rain-filled from the afternoon shower while I, lost in orientation, wandered as the buildings appeared to cave in. Their shadows reflected each detail of a lion, an angel, a bishop, carved from century’s hands: … Continue reading Postcards (poem)
Rebecca Goes Rendezvous 
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