My wife and I live on country acreage with a mountain view. I'm a retired lawyer.who formally...
Every Writer
This is about me
My old '83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,
Twilight's saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon
If I could see through your eyes the city
from the roof of the Cathedral Building,
hear...
Gizelle behind the counter
Gleaming black as oil, as night
See here, where the floor is worn
that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of...
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
Mama by Anderson Dovilas Your son is a liar He says to someone You have the longest...
Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.
