By Fred A. Reed When I mentioned to a dear old friend that I was contemplating writing about rain, he immediately sent me the lyrics to...

Speaking of sex, and what else is there to do about it, in this touchless time -- I've been watching it on television. Can't hardly avoid...

31) waves: paradise broken, moulded and shaped Waves: Lank human figures, rag-sorrowful in the river smoke. Sepulchral cuffs in umbers...