about picking up smoking and leaving the butts in a bucket outside, around back. Collect slow and sure like a … More
Tag: spilled ink
Almost There
Those terrible dreams about you have stopped—miraculously—since I started writing more about you. Funny to think of it like that, … More
Unbound
Why do we worship what does not love us? So quick to make married couples our masters, martyr ourselves for … More
Mender
Moments with you, still and silent. Cries outward from wounds inward. Baffled by your burden; unable to grasp your love … More
