With the gray, cold, clay-like mud up to her calves, Clarice took slow steps along the Cheyenne River. The mud clung to her feet and made...

'He pops around in his spare time to bring me something celestial to put in one of my poems - an angel's feather in a Jiffy bag, a clutch...

the best rose gardens i will never invite you again to the gazebo of my heart so stand outside the gate of my heart looking mournfully in...

‘The first breakup conversation with his wife needed subtitles. Everyone has had these conversations; even a monk might have one with...

i loved a girl once never told her was too afraid of how i felt, and i knew i would be rejected for she was with someone else; but i...

‘He tears off one pearl and fucks me juicy’ (Drag, 39) ‘She stops. Gulps the smell of patties and hot pepper. The empty eye of a black...

when i fall into a triad, a threesome of unwinding grey i step out as if all my imaginary friends gave up playing wrist...

know what it is to bleed "a kiss with a fist is better than none" guess florence would know, and so i welcome all your fire and your...

i remember when i was your rabbit hearted girl knit so softly together of petals and sweet things that laid before the tapestry of...