To be vulnerable is to ask for contest, beg for Violence with its mate, Death, to invite them inside for tea and biscuit.…
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…
When the tempest conjures, let there be just a moment where you can reflect as a movietime montage, compiled-fast into those blinking moments before you…