We can follow the tracks north, as we cross the plains at 2 am, we'll see lightening for so many miles it will remind us of daylight. But we will keep going. "It's ludicrous," you'll say as you look into... Continue Reading →
The Siren, by John William Waterhouse (c. 1900) Public domain "I have learned to ignore at my/ peril what my sixth sense speaks." Vargus Pike "Go with your gut--" he says, rolling the tip of my finger across the... Continue Reading →
Sunlit sat on rubbermaid benches smoking, fueling the desires to bring back old loves And cry, not ones self to sleep but to cry over broken bottles beneath the tone of rocket ships launching from the bedroom. You could never... Continue Reading →
