a poem
My lover blue was a sight behold, and although his hue was often interpreted for sadness, my lover…
The train whistle is a low and lonely sound, but the mournfulness of it doesn’t seize my heart like it normally…
A few days ago my son Timmy celebrated his birthday with friends. Where? In a…
I pull my car into the parking garage on Monday morning and drive in careful circles, descending five levels…