little fish, big pond

Aloft crested peaks that gently slope into her crossed legs, a bespectacled Grant Wood impersonating Oliver Wendell Douglas catcalls at Zsa ...

Together, photographically seamed without a stitch a long distance copy Adam and Eve sans apple, only serpents but in the basement ...

Lying back relaxed, her brown pupils ever so Cindy Sherman gaze off, a worm's eye view in black and white. Through the glass ta...

Under the red light she waves unhurriedly, demure of any gesticulation before languishing sideways onto the reddened divan. An innocent act,...

Conjoined mounds, a doppelgänger of its displaced mistress, sits upon  the land enchanted, cooing. So who does she mean to woo  remains lo...

The lesson of a rectangle is harsh. Geometrically speaking, its sharpness, though crisp, reveals truth. So to alleviate the pain, add fringe...

Up north down the block martinis neatly shaken with lychee, jalapeño and soju to order fresh saudade sautéed atop scallioned o...

Cloistered in her bedroom on the second floor, Grandmother now ninety-six years old watches WGN-TV News in the dark to save electr...