Posted a selfie of the two of us(Would that be an us-ie?)Kept looking at your face in the photoSomething was […]
Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.
You cannot really plan for what tricksters will do,
or a change in weather,
or whatever washes up on the way,
to trash our timelines, spreadsheets,
and gratifying checkoff lists.
Did we really have to travel this far,
to have no alternative but to finally get some rest.
to talk all night…
like we never talked before.
like we never laughed before
because it’s all so damn hysterical
went according to plan.
He put his hand on mine as he often does just before we end the day. And then the cat […]
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Quicker than the eye, you fling your cape over the facts. It’s all a hoax! You tweet. This suffering isn’t […]
Opening my eyes to exit the stage of an instantly forgotten dream, I find myself at the edge of the […]