blue sundress, w/spaghetti straps
having boarded with the others, a girl sails to the grave of digressions. given binoculars not her own,…
The Tales of Lofar No. I
It wasn’t until years later I saw the incongruity of that night when he appeared. I asked my…
The Tales of Lofar No. II
During my teenage years and into my twenties, the man materialized at suspicious times. He wasn’t welcome, ever,…
The Tales of Lofar No. III
It didn’t happen right away, finding him. I was duping myself, believing it wouldn’t be difficult, that he…