Weighing three grams, you can imagine how it can disappear if you let it.
Turning corners with you in the darkness, light as a feather you could d... |
Copyright © 2009 Sonya Apollo Reed Littlejohn
Like a hand blown ornament hanging in a stained glass window
Your light is promise that fills me... |
?What do you think
Said the tofu to the side dish of creamed corn.
?Wouldn't it be weird if we were chickening again
?If we were actually th... |
Packed full of bodies, the place seems to surge - tides flowing in and out, the current carrying the slew of people from one dark corner into the c... |
Movies are meant to be watched in the dark
because the time is now
where my finger-fish swim with yours
swim around your waist; we’re tighter... |
It’s been a long time since I really hated someone’s guts. I think the acceptable era of feeling this emotion is limited between the beginning... |
![]() “i don’t like this place,” she said while stabbing the innocent ice cubes in her long island. ”fucking lame and depressing.”
i nodde... |
In the morning of magicians, the turning of a radio friendly unit shifter cut-out transmissions from a lonely room - my little room, a room a thous... |
![]() marie dropped the children off at school, rolling down her window to wave goodbye as they ran into the building. mrs. helman called “yoo-hoo!”... |
"And pour forth the greens, a song for hereabouts..." - Sue Wheeler, "Wintergreen"
It's foggy.
The air is thick with the thoughts of God.
Brig... |