The doors open at 6, and there you are under the familiar stained glass atrium where you kissed your girl a long time ago when you thought no one was looking and now you’re alone in the aftermath of love feeling torn apart by the painting of the White River where you spent one hundredContinue reading ““Art About the Land””
Monthly Archives: November 2018
Something Small
On any given day on any given road men and women travel together in silence or in conversation and in one scenario there is silence and joy in another there is conversation and joy and many times there is silence and hurt that festers into a conversation that solves the problem and other times silenceContinue reading “Something Small”
Constellations
When I was in love, when I was madly in love I knew it wouldn’t last— that there would be an explosion, an after— I knew what I felt was temporary temporal but it felt like something beautiful and significant even if it only meant that I was human— that I could feel everything IContinue reading “Constellations”
Robbed
Tell me why when where tell me how you can love me without knowing what when where I am right now tell me how you spend the days knowing I love you knowing you love me tell me where when why you robbed me of yourself tell me how tell me when tell me whyContinue reading “Robbed”
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