I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →
Letters to Old Friends
I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →
December Rose 