Too many of my days pass in dry blinks and blurred moments between phone calls, text messages, and the never-ending flash of a notification to remind me of one-more-thing To Do before I can be Done. I burn, I pine, I perish-- for when I was young and blonde and had yet to carve the wrinkles … Continue reading April 10 : On Adulthood
Porchlight floats in soft through threadbare curtains crisscrossing our shadows with the kitchen's single-bulb glow while we stand slowly swaying, bare feet dancing in tiptoed steps, quietly on the crushed carpet. The stereo is low but the night is late and the music sounds like surround as he curls me against his chest before casting … Continue reading April 6 : Requiem
Typewriter Moon 