at Home: in city winter mint tea cools beside cracked windows; No one is coming to me tonight. I dream (figuratively) of her and I living with no interruptions, no static.  I dream (literally) of jumping out of an aeroplane landing on my feet with no parachute, no reservation. out Elsewhere: I hear the frail, Korean boutique owner closing down for the night — locking … Continue reading Alone & Stirring by Adam Gunther