TW Spotlight Poetry
Not that kind of ex, though then differentiating is a damn good idea.
Not that kind of ex, though then differentiating is a damn good idea.
She’s your civil servant, even though you are serving her tonight.
A confession: I fell in love with grief.
Listen, Pocket ~ there are three shoes to fear ~ they will dance
In August, in New Orleans, in love, the heat is animal, the scent of magnolia hangs in the air the way smoke fills a crowded bar.