June 23rd
My eyes opened groggily. What woke me up? Wait. When did I fall asleep? Feeling disoriented I look…
I’m tempted to say it’s not the first time Ryan’s been in a sling, but rehashing a dying man’s backroom predilections probably isn’t the…
The sun begins her climbThrough the cool, crisp airOf early day,And it begins,A single note,Then another,Until a symphony erupts…
Just imagine we have everythingJust imagine we have nothing to fight forWill that be life?Those…
The scarlet ribbon drifted looseOn tangled winds of fevered criesWhen gently bodies…