Separate names with a comma.
Pick up all the trodden leaves, glue them back to branches. Remind the trees to fondle fall. Wrap broken hearts with masking tape to keep the...
coffee and sits at the table. He points outside. Those trees will remain without you. Want more cream?
sing sweet serenades, siren calls to summer arcades, sticky cotton candy kisses, photo booth memories, boardwalk first crush.
with no lake, a ballerina pirouetting past the stage, a distraught driver with no road, a purse with purloined coffee spoon, a memory lost to...
in my dreams, the story sharp, no rounded corners, choices clear from coming back here every single night.
for the frosted grass, the snow dust on the walkway, that sing of end of autumn reds and cold caress of winter. I’m grateful for the morning...
Ice cream may trickle on furnace-hot days. Mascara runs rivers of black with sad tears. Feast on her cheekbones, the curves of her body. With her,...
blissful to bask in bubble bath, instead constrained by corset to curtail contemplation as a comma.
tidy. Time stomps. Stories into slime. Run from home. But don’t return. Time pulverizes panes. Rots wood. Peels paint. All your nostalgia. Sawdust...
not what the world sees? How long before the monster in the mirror becomes this failed me?
survived, but you did not. The rest of you is missing. A 140 degrees hot pool didn’t like your toes, I suppose, and spit them up to waiting arms....
missile, target lost or simply vanished. you are a lost soul aboard a bus that wanders midnight streets in search of heaven or hell.
