Timelines
TIMELINES The night sang like a trance, its banshee voice raising eerie goosebumps on the cockles of my heart. He is still dead. Permanently dead.
If the World was Ending
If the world was ending, I would let my cat choose one of my fingers. If she chooses the index finger, I would listen to
Conniption
You found me having conniptions on my way to the first date. Trying to trace small careful measured steps, speaking measured words and drinking measured
The Math of Love
You know Math expresses love more cleanly than anything ever can. I wish you the fate of parallel lines. Because parallel lines are better than
My Guardian Angel
My guardian angel is having a cola while looking at me making my life’s decisions. He wonders about being in the grade C level of
Nights
There are no bogs, I tell myself. There are no bogs or marshes left because I have waded through them all. I have waded through
