Wendy GuityDeath Our eyes meet.I dream about you that night. The dream has no sounds. Our love making is a television on mute. Or maybe, even more dramatically, we are…Jul 5, 2016Jul 5, 2016
Wendy GuityWristIn my fantasies he’s warm. His kisses are perfect because our lips seem to have been made just so that we can connect. He stands by my side…Jun 26, 2016Jun 26, 2016
Wendy Guity4BI hear the light tap on my door and turn my computer off. They’ve come back. I rush to open the door and she walks in. She’s the smallest…Jun 20, 2016Jun 20, 2016
Wendy GuityDeath Our eyes meet.I dream about you that night. The dream has no sounds. Our love making is a television on mute. Or maybe, even more dramatically, we are…May 9, 2016May 9, 2016
Wendy GuitySorry At the diner last night, as we were leaving a group of women looked at me and one yelled out…Apr 29, 2016Apr 29, 2016