Month: May 2016
Not Tonight
I pressed my palms against my eyes so hard I watched Willy Wonka pixels dance in small squares blue orange and white
Sun On Rocks
There is something to be said About the Cold blue ice The breath of winter But it’s sunshine We all seek You…
winter wash
Bare beyond belief upon the sand under the stand of the lifeguard they sat on an empty landscape with the breeze blowing tender to the…