A night when guitar strings break. You wander away from the sound of your own footsteps No one makes toast like Californians Your new raincoat is all you ever wanted from a raincoat in a drought. Week of meals with... Continue Reading →
"Elliot, we miss you," said the man, he stood surrounded by shining hats-- held his microphone with grace. And after the sunset you could watch the headlights pass in smokey impressions against the ceiling paint. As if they were ghosts... Continue Reading →
It will have to be dinner. The overhead lights Bother my eyes as I take Myself a seat But there's no moving now The frost comes and I realize I am not in the state of mind for lunch today... Continue Reading →
