I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for ... CONTINUED
up in smoke
dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad's zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single ... CONTINUED
in her eyes
in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac's ... CONTINUED
colors dance
yellow leaves skate past the patio door, their desiccated shapes fragile and ... CONTINUED
an unforgettable fire
from the bed she motions me closer, her dark eyes alluring and deep like uncharted oceans ... CONTINUED
cloudburst
a downpour slaps mildewed concrete abutting my sliding door, its staccato applause echoing the ... CONTINUED
if only the rain
if only the rain washing dusty streets after weeks of summer drought felt cool on parched ... CONTINUED