Under the blood burning moon, she had come over the crest of the hill. No blossoms on the trees – thirty degrees – but it was warm enough. He was clinging to the quality of her sugar-flawed skin,… Read More ›
Poetry
Impending Peak
I was sitting at my desk the other day thinking of a rendezvous, and I got a visual of a man entering a woman (I was pretty distracted). At the same time, I thought of the twitter trending topic #TheMoment. Those… Read More ›
