Daily Archives: November 28, 2017

This Ain’t Love

.. This poem is a fickle mistress, a wandering soul. She might stay awhile, and smile. She might go home to the moon at any moment. She’ll leave a note, but only the most tre -bled clefs, no rest, no … Continue reading

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The Stories We Tell Ourselves, In Order {To Stay}

Love bites, love bleeds. – Def Leppard . We say we might flee. That these bleak skies are too much. That we might touch peace again if only we leave. We say we might be better apart. That the stilted … Continue reading

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