At the Old River Market Bonnie and Clyde hide among the shanties no loose lips shaky deal with the law don’t ask, don’t tell they…
It is 80 degrees on the 11th of December giving the elves a season to remember The stockings are still hung by the chimney with…
A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
In the prism I see refracting light an ephiphany of captured color I am at once imbued with hope the lilting rays glistening melody a…
Girl with the you-can’t-make-me swagger muttering defiances from a sour tongue a mouth formed to mask disappointment a handful of toughness to cover your shattered…
Villain you bleak soul Running wild with scissors sharp Shredding hearts like air….. I have done it now Allowing you inside this tale We might…