I awoke one night in New Orleans, from a dream in which I wept. A man stood by a wrought iron gate. He called to me as I slept.   It’s time to weigh your life. He said. So tell me what you have wrought. Are you worthy to enter here or was your […]

  In a graveyard, a crop of headstones had sprung up, shiny black; epitaphs written in white, with perfect plastic flowers faded by the sun. The new head markers stood beside old leaning ones, gray and pockmarked with age, that staggered drunkenly, pathetic. Unkempt, their tributes of long grasses with bowed heads. Remembered people, forgotten. […]