Monthly Archives: November 2007

It didn’t

Not twice, nor not over the sculpture. Not from the heart of a loved one. Did he not care for what? Not for flaky behavior. Not for free groceries. But for everything else. For the tired single mom. For the heartbroken teenager. For the abused. And the downtrodden. But nothing else give these words of [...]

my commute

my commute

Her breakdownbreakoutbreakbeat

Althought mixers and cojoined twins and cocktails hurt the first time, after that it is really no big deal.