It's all technique.
I spent half the morning fussing with commas and dashes, sorting out whether to say “the blue heron” or “this blue heron”
I have never been good with indoor plants.
Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.
"Endless night, won't you clear off/with the coming dawn?"
I eat it extra dark.
The first thing I always notice, after the mild cottonmouth that serves as the universal announcement of a chemical taking effect on the body, is that I’m not alone.