After Language
When all the drowsy metaphors about women and fruit have been peeled and devoured; there’s just you, me a bowl … Continue reading After Language
Month: December 2017
letting the waves come and go
“I think love is kind of like those waves out there,” she said. “You ride one in to the beach, … Continue reading letting the waves come and go
alcohol is your yoga, baby
they say some things are better left unsaid, but tonight i drank all the whiskey and wrote it all down … Continue reading alcohol is your yoga, baby
no bargain
there are no bargains here in the wild the wolf will hunt when he finds your scent as is his … Continue reading no bargain
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