rising on the escalator under violet lights, all is eclipsed by the brightness pouring down from the oval glass…

  After Rumi O nameless One, O stranger, O you who stand at the open door as if wanting to…

  There are moments when logic mimics extrasensory perception; when the ending is apparent but it is also as if…

  I A tendril of smoke gracefully swirled up from his cigarette into the low-lying, jaundiced fog. Jermyn Street was…