Statistics. That’s all we are at the end of the day. Just a series of numbers ingrained — no, branded onto…
Redheads are making me sentimental.
The Most Unexpected Fall
From the top of the mountain the world looked like a fairy tale. Eagles circled the rock down below, probably their nest, or some prey out of…
Dear reader,
Your memory haunts my smileFor a time I thoughtLife was more worthwhile Without your profileI went on with my…
I love the colour of my hair, like the changing leaves in Fall. I call it “red,” but it’s more like copper or fire. I love the…
friendships. they lollied. -note on your car -like to your tweet -candy on the desk But who could track the brainwaves of need…
You’re not the manyou used to benor I the womanStill we pretend
You say the thingsmen say to womenoffering a rose
I keep myself busy in labyrinths excavating reasons why you aren’t here, tapping on hollow bones for…
Dear Dharma,
Love your advice and I hope this question isn’t too small of an issue for you!
My husband and I are at a total stand-off. The culprit?
Bacon.