published in Volume 1, Issue 4 on September 15th, 1994
Last night, we were so very quiet. No killer stalked our apartment, no spy had placed bugs in the walls, no bombers flew overhead And yet, As if for fear our voices might bring danger, we were quiet as church mice. That's okay. Silence doesn't bother me--particularly from someone I trust. But still--the hours we spent not talking now seem to me like pools of water on the low wall of a Roman ruin, evaporating in the hot Aegean sun.