by Stephen J. West

“There!” I stepped to the side of the path and stopped. I thrust my hand toward the top of a building a few blocks east of 10^th Avenue. There: a water tower: hunkered on the rooftop: the shallow angle of its conical roof: the earthy shake of its shingles: the rusted belts cinched around its driftwood trunk: the rickety steel frame perched discretely above the storefronts that sizzled with traffic along the street below. Continue reading “Joy in the Finding” →