One Summer With Carrie
Rain painted the backyard green every morning in early June [...]
Rain painted the backyard green every morning in early June [...]
Her hair's starting to unravel; mascara sprinkles her cheek [...]
Hush, frontal lobe Keep your conscience out of my [...]
It was wrong in one way but right in another, [...]
Autumn comes in quiet discourse to spirits departing. What once [...]
Across the street the shades of his English Tudor kept [...]
The gods of morning call to us when we retrieve [...]