we see what we want to see at a traffic light or by the beach or cruising eighty miles an ... CONTINUED
out of control
that's just how it goes (i suppose)... say when right next door or way across town a life slips ... CONTINUED
bewitched
long past the hour when sensible souls sleep i prowl unfamiliar streets hoping to find some ... CONTINUED
a letter
your words have finally reached me from out of the cold and out from the past and it's more ... CONTINUED
down route 113
i still remember drives down route 113 laying on the back seat staring up through the side ... CONTINUED
a fan of summer
at the risk of sounding cliche life flowed differently back then... on hot summer days ... CONTINUED
an august afternoon
in the distance a mower drones its low rumble. from my bedroom window all backyards seem ... CONTINUED
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