she's taking notes

desert of my life there were things I never meant to take root in spite

The children scribble on the bathroom walls, and a nation tucks its guns into bed.

To my right, “they have good coleslaw.” From across the table, “it’s chopped instead of shredded, that’s why.” A minute later to my le...

serve me up, piece by piece what good am I to myself take my hand and write the words that will untether hearts and minds take my f...

Raw sticky honeycomb between your teeth, and honey flows from the warmth of your mouth. A prompt from http://withrealtoads.blogspot.c...

We made love on a haunted ship, leaning out the porthole under a full moon on Halloween. Ten years later,  I remember your laugh. ...

I think about the smell of the earth often in the spring, scent of freshly fertilized fields wafting softly over morning dew. My nose ...

We're slipping away I said your face told me to elaborate. Away from what I don't know from where we came. I have amnesia...

Writing, rewriting an elegy almost daily makes her feel more real to me like back in ninety three we were so silly always laughing ou...

But if I could just cup the base of your neck in my hand and pull you to meet me, breath to breath your mouth to mine I might be able t...