We went out to the Dunes Apartments. Gar dimmed, then cut the lights. We blackened our faces, hoisted the gas can and walked in the…
We went out to the Dunes Apartments. Gar dimmed, then cut the lights. We blackened our faces, hoisted the gas can and walked in the…
Late August 1981 and the hot breath of summer was still beating down the back of my neck as I loaded up the 1964 T-bird…
via Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Guest Writer – L.T. Garvin – The Dairy Treat Princess #Short Story
Thunderbolt send me to dream beneath this tragic sky brace my racing thoughts against the fevered wash of a spring rain light the heavens with…
The cove beckons me to the sea it is really further than it appears We jinxed this thing there is truly no honeymoon just a…