Monthly Archives: April 2015
the underside of fog
when all things become all black and underneath it all bleeds all of the time; when never again the ink of feathers can quench the paper lovers’ thirst – the wings on the wind will soar once more. there you have it my darling; our winter tears as destiny’s mockery. and underneath the fog away […]
white lies
“will you marry me?” it was only white lies at the beginning – about the questionable beauty of a newborn, or the awesomeness of his strawberry shortcake. about liking Pink Floyd and the sound of rain on a tin roof, or if I ever slept with a girl. the truth is I don’t even like […]
Of Black Bikinis and Plum Sauce 