Daily Archives: May 29, 2016
.. Poverty turned pink in the beds of strangers, arranged to meet several someones for drinks, with earnest. Oh! what a nice long (slightly soft) chat, that afternoon pass -port into the surf. Foreign service notwithstanding, she’s left in a … Continue reading
… , were it not for a message from a distant friend: Hey! Thought of you! Check it out! (insert link to poetry challenge here.) Sure, she’d dabbled. Had inky fingers all her life. Seasons of indigo flow. Teenaged angst, … Continue reading
.. pull them closed. how else do you suppose we’ll hide these faded grays, the ways the days fray around the edges when no one’s looking? .. Prompted by Toads.