We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
Sailors and Monsters
Pick Your Poison
And now it's getting hard to breathe. Pick your poison - heart or treason.
Broken Sole
I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →
December Rose 