ANDREW PAUSED near the middle of the bridge and looked downstream. The tide was low so what he saw was mostly mud and what water there was seemed mud-colored which perhaps meant that it was clear. There were a lot of birds, a lot of gulls at any rate. Dipping their heads and cackling like … Continue reading River

The Dream I Had This Morning

I HAD A DREAM THIS MORNING, which isn't odd since I have dreams almost every dawn. They wake me in the subtle embrace of inspiration, alongside the birds chirping outside my window. She was there, this morning. I met her again. It's amusing, isn't it?, the recurrence of an illusion. One starts to ponder the … Continue reading The Dream I Had This Morning