Pretty Things
She used to love the pretty boys their rock hard abs polished toys a jet-set life baubles, bling she … Continue reading Pretty Things
She used to love the pretty boys their rock hard abs polished toys a jet-set life baubles, bling she … Continue reading Pretty Things
Maybe, I should pull it out of my ass the unwritten memoir, poem, verse. My friend hates winter, would shoot … Continue reading A Fresh Impression
There are no easy answers, there’s only living through the questions. ~Elizabeth George Up To Our Eyeballs Invited to … Continue reading Up To Our Eyeballs
Northeast into Vermont as memories of church and God steam from my lips pressed deeply into your downy chest heaving … Continue reading Riding The Happiness Train
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree. W.B. Yeats, “The Isle of Innisfree” (1888) Innisfree Gardens … Continue reading Innisfree Gardens
I could be quiet or pretend it isn’t happening were it not for the arrow of retrospect. Their declarations were … Continue reading Disbelief
One may misinterpret this lone star tick for another do not be so hasty. If he is allowed to rule … Continue reading Arche Tick Types
In the world I am one of the many a distant stranger wrinkled face gray goddess. Just like you. It … Continue reading Simple Math
The Stallion is wild. His Filly is gone their black and white world, gone gray. The Filly … Continue reading Manipulators
I spot him stalking our mailbox dressed in drab, terrycloth discern him shocking the quiet neighbor with threats of bear … Continue reading Chronic Discontent
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