For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at that crack, the gush, your yielding toe nailed…
I’ll donate you this moment here, as I stand crying silently in a room full of commotion over a poor fool who’s coccyx caught a…
You called to tell me something about whiskey, those kinds of lessons gleaned from fermentation in the hot sun before a cold winter spent in…
Draw as you push, down toward the clavicle– NO NO, STOP. Down! Toward the clavicle, the boundary there is hard, the vessel is soft, the…