You graduated in four years and wore the green cap and gown with all of your friends. You took pictures in this cap and gown in front of all the right places. You looked thin in all of the pictures. You had your heartbroken a little bit, once, just enough

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After President Trump was elected, my first impulse was to spend the next four years cowering under the bed, whimpering.While I knew that I needed to keep track of what our new commander in chief was up to, watching the news made me too angry and too sad and just too…

All along scared of the lovesickness finding me. I'm not proud of sending that sweet choir on its way without a word chopped into its cup. Who cares? I'm scared. The problem is this house; it's sad. I notice when someone floats in front of…

Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.

I won't keep you;wanting is not keeping, if keeping is all I had. If having half is loving,I'd rather wait for wanting.

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his milk chocolate skin is clean and he smells like a baby

We are insatiable,

You may think it's illegal Well, you'd be wrong, ya hear? Cause you're just in the wrong Neck of the woods And it's legal here Want some beer? Yeah, that's right It's legal here Don't go opening the door Any wider, I know You don't

gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour and just getting under way

time timed times time

She left with the parking ticket pieces, diligent as any Smith college graduate, and pulled the door shut with just a tad too much force.

No pictures to see but those which meet you halfway.

She was as ironic as me, which I thought was great.  We’d get going and it would be like one of those Marvin Hagler, Thomas Hearns fights.  If you were trying to judge it, you couldn’t even keep score.

26. And so the moon goes a blue ray from its face to my eyes. I am on the floor and Alice is whistling near the rug. This is what wakes me. But I am in line with the cold air, bundled to keep from freezing, waiting my turn…

Another day, another potful of crazy