2001
“Shhh…” I pluck the squawling bundle of wrinkled flesh from my brother’s rigid arms and immediately the screams cease.
Tag: Memories
1994
I’m alone and it’s late and I still have a paper to write tonight before I collapse from exhaustion…
1982
“Mommy, where are you going?”
Restless
Tonight I am restless. Agitated. Along the skin I am crawling out of, I feel a trail of fire where the blaze of your cool kisses last traced against my… Read more »