In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...
I am orange on the inside.
The orange of a sunrise...
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...
The candle you lit on winter nights
has worn down to the wick. The crimson...
I already know who you
are, but if you still question...
Death is a woman
at the height of her beauty. She...
(in memory of Tootsie)
Your body will always be infinite...
Why?
she asks, a...
Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled...
Dinner was late today, swinging out at 7 pm
with my mother commenting that the lasagna...
8:00 PM
only lives...
My mother never taught me to tell lies.
She didn't cultivate vines behind my back, never...