Altered sleep and a woven dream
a worn-flat rug was spread out beneath
orange walls that smelled of the wool ponchos in the closet
and the friendly desert cabinet
over which
I don’t remember much, but my sister, I can tell you that she does. Drawing from the etch-a-sketch…
Rain soaks our bedsheets for the last time before a white blanket is finally laid upon them…
My writing today is inspired from current events in the country and personal inspiration, things or behaviors i see in my surroundings or…
If you love someone, you should probably tell them. It’s not enough to hope that they will read it in the lines of the color of your irises, or in the wrinkles in your palms. It’s not enough to think that they will…