03/15/2005
I don’t care if the whole world catches on fire anymore… I’m in love. When you have love…
I just swallowed. Again, already? Did enough saliva build-up to justify? Two back-to-back swallows have me struggling on the third. About to…
San Juan, Puerto Rico, 1950
As he walked away, her surroundings blurred. She focused on him, a silhouette fading in the dark. Silence swamped…
The drum rests beneath a spotlight, behind a wall of glass. Painted regimental green and embellished with…
Thoughts crowd and peck like hungry birds, leaving bloody streaks across the mind. No amount of mental hand waving disperses them.
It’s beyond late. I’m exhausted.