Tell Me A Story

I like the woman I met. She did not know I'd need everything packaged in familiar paper. I knew destiny had a margin of delusion but...

My saving grace makes all the difference because scars are what you contemplate. As I mentioned, the life and the pictures. Do not forget...

Pick an hour of the day, either at the beginning or end, and write down that hour on a sheet of paper. This paper should be folded and...

A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...

Facts are facts and we see them on paper. When we turn the pages, we know it's the right thing to do. In the advertisement one handle of...

There is a couch where you sit in the evening. It is covered in blue suede and a hiccup. It looks Victorian and feels safe. Your head...

She is covered in green and yellow patches, bruised from the weight of words. They emerge in fragments and phrases and cover her body....

You waved a degree well above her yard-stick, knowing how to connect dots sans yellow number two, as if you'd channeled her thoughts...