Book of Days

I knew exactly how to feel. I had done it before. The knot had tightened in my chest, my stomach rose to meet my throat. First, the affection surged, and then the pain, both at once forming a coagulated mass of unrecognizable emotion that no one has been able to pass along into routine vocabulary. It was always left... Continue Reading →

A for Amour

I want to be the song that touches your lips each day I want to be the breeze that rushes through your hair I want to be the sunshine to brighten up your hours I want to be Betty on the cover on that comic book of yours I want to be the prayer that... Continue Reading →

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