“Shhhh! She is right over there…” I avoided Jolene at every opportunity ever since tenth grade when she told Bertha Hopkins that I wrote the…
Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…
Ain’t nothing magic about Joshua Tree as you venture there on bended knee no drink in the desert to quench that thirst clear air current…
Nap if you will in this perfect spring dormancy awakened just before summer breathes its dragon fervor casting a sunburnt crust over this new, vibrant…
That 1980s chick has aged just so pretends she didn’t thinks nobody will know pumped up poster pinup she might have been kept on rolling…
There she was appearing again standing in the half-light the moon in her hand. Honeysuckle watfting intense white in the night. Dreams speak of dragons…
Why can’t life be like a box of chocolates? it’s not, you know it doesn’t melt on your tongue luscious, velvety smooth dark enough to…