Nothing morethan a glimpseof another white-belliedcooper hawk at rest            along the interstate,or a no-traffic evening,that feel…

The vibrancy in that small cafeall of us concerned mostlyabout breakfast.          Around the corner  wide sky…

Under the triple-laned lit up turnpike overpass,sharp-tipped weedsreach through weathered rocks, as if unawareof how hard someonetried to stop them. There is growth under…