I want to be her when I grow up.
Somehow I think her supersuit consists of leather thigh highs and a bull whip.
😛
Why would two people with good jobs, congenial friends, and a home without a mortgage, suddenly abandon all these and at an age when security is the better part of valor, move 2,200 miles and go into business for themselves? Continue reading
I wonder how you would
write Me?
In bold strokes with a
firm
hand,
or barely penciled
between thin
blue lines? Continue reading
Your weight
Penetrate
The thick fog
Slick, wet
Miles of road
Between us, not a breath
Could fit Continue reading