It's something to accept - when I'm broke, when I'm sick, when I'm uncertain how far away from normalcy my next detour will take me - that every path leads to regrets, if I allow it to. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
You murmur your poems in a hall of doors and mirrors and I strain to hear. Your voice barely carries
A Repost. "My Left Shoe" was originally published in Waterhouse Review. Ryan Gosling’s left shoe is made of gold and dipped in chocolate and if sold will save the orphanage. My left shoe is worn through the heel and reeks of chicken grease and stagnant mop water and if I were an orphan I’d think … Continue reading My Left Shoe
It’s not okay to be in love. It’s, in fact, a very dangerous thing. I’d recommend you avoid it, but it’s not much of a choice, is it? You know how the girls are...
Copies of "The Road So Far" are no longer available to purchase. I would like to do something about that, but the truth is I have no control over it. "Why?" you ask. Let me tell you a story.
You never did and you never will again.
I could never fall asleep with a book on my chest. I have a hard enough time turning off my senses
“I know where I’ll never be,” she spits and sputters like an engine underwater “again.”