Perhaps it is my folly, tucking away into the elbow of green— the […]
I am told to keep things in perspective, as sounds of early traffic […]
pain is invisible. It can only be felt. Its less than sympathetic heart […]
The colour of a lie is devastating amber; it towers and casts a […]
It doesn’t have to be a ballad; this highway of connected thoughts that […]
The heartbeat never fades; however sullen the face of magnolias may seem, and […]