Lowering my lashes I escaped the lance the near wounding of your ranging glance. Half blushed, half crushed by your persistent penetration of my weak...
As sand that shifts undulates underfoot that whips, gashes face till bloody channels open for glass hard granules to sear, seep into every crevice of...
In a rare moment of grace and space, albeit enforced through illness, I have the luxury to sit and stare. Autumn is here in the city. The flowers on...