I show my house the pictures of you ask it if it remembers when you lived closer when you were a frequent guest. I feel the ache and...

Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed...

While waiting for the Greyhound bus, my dad and I, the two of us, recounted pleasant moments passed: the memories we had amassed, ...