The ground beneath my feet is on fire. Why am I not wearing shoes? I always wear shoes in the winter--I hate having cold toes. Somehow, the bite of t..
A whisper of Autumn, scarcely breaching the barrier of my sleep-befuddled mind, temptsme intowakefulness. My pillow gently pulls me back to my almost..
A trickle oflonelinessShivers along my spine;The homely familiarityRelaxing me as it contractsAround my heart.The grease-stained hands of solitudeWhis..
These impossibly thin wiresOf nostalgiaThat bind us one toAnother,At the simplest note ofRemembered songOr frankly uttered phraseWill shiver with regr..