Happiness begins with
a tequila sunrise gleaming...

Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...

Navy ink smears between the pitter-patter of my...
creating a sea of broken words and confused...

I've traced calligraphy in every beach
since I was old enough to love the...

When I hear Johnny Cash singing of his burning...
no longer will I think of true love...

Time has blown like the wind,
but my memory of you is as crisp as a freshly...

As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...

Seconds creep alongside the
moonlight while I ponder...

I tried to divorce them
but words whittled themselves...

Dandelion puffs scatter
through the air of...

March 23 - 6:00 PM
"Two years ago, I was a flightless bird...

She's unfamiliar in that
way that she writes about...