Scarce as I am, creating remainings where there’s none, creating differentFaces each day to wear, I…
Tom Langdon, standing in line, waits to enter the circus. It had been one of those spontaneous decisions, seeing…
“Now you all understand the circumstances of the case as the judge has described them to you only a moment ago, correct? Okay great, then I…
A Poem of Hurt
Can you greet pain as you would a lover? To hold and enjoy — and then recover.
My memories are torture all ripped all torn
So what if I admitted I love youWhat would really change in the worldWould the waters that you walk in stop runningMight the…