In these four walls, I sit cross leggedwaiting for your hungry hands to meet my lipspull away at my exterior and tell me storiesof your journeys on Ma..
I wish you had the love for lifelike you do for meand the ashy passion you dofor cigarettes.Like a smoking gun, you arehot to the touchbut as fragile ..
Today I saw Jimmy. It was golden hour and birds were frantic, as I marched my two left feet to the gas station. My pace came to an unexpected halt whe..
It is utterly terrifyingliving on a globe like this one,with its coffee-like soil that holds so many secretsOr the polluted words we speak and let flo..
On a typical crisp evening as everything winds down, I knew by the humming car motor and the crying dogs that she was home. Although, where we live do..