The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
On the edge of town the gypsy unlatches her cart windows wide open curtains flung free to the night air wafting magic everywhere Wares, Trinkets…
In the tic tock moments of time distance drips from an IV as we realize the quality of permanence desperate attempts we all claw at…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…