You are too winter and I am rising.
Lukewarm will not do,
I bid adieu to our I do.
You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.
Snowstorms will not do,
in this field of mildew.
I rid this flu,
It’s all I can do.
It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
The Feeding
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
An Unfinished Love Letter
James Michener was wrong when he called Bora Bora the most beautiful island on Earth.People travel the French Polynesia, sail the South Pacific, adore the lagoon and barrier reef,But are yet to wake up next to you in solidarity,Just you,A tiny paradise. I don’t have to travel to the coast of Queensland to dive […]
I Was Lying in the Sun
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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