How badly I want you to look at me with the same silent, loving tease
Silent, Loving Tease
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
On the Shoulders of Our Words
We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
