i. last night she flooded my dreams coming through in waves of rose water poured over pale ... CONTINUED
jagged edges
the jagged edges of her story and my past fit together like bits of broken mirror nearly ... CONTINUED
back to black
she sang to me (and to more than only me), her voice hitting notes reserved for gods (or in ... CONTINUED
lost on her
i. last night's torrential rains finally let up two hours ago. through an open window no ... CONTINUED
parting lines
lines. some forgotten (her parting words shouted before storming out the door). or a ... CONTINUED
Appalachian Trails
Trails which once flowed with the footfalls of soft-soled moccasins are quiet now, save for the ... CONTINUED
not yet
"not yet," she whispered in my ear. night swallowed us whole in an upstairs bedroom while ... CONTINUED
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