I Don’t Know How To Do Joy
by middleagebutch {who happens to be the superawesomest butchiest butch blogger in the history of flannel} (in my humble opinion 😉 ) This is the first guest post in the… Read more »
Tag: Memories
Fragmented Lament
Are you okay? The technician’s voice is an muted echo, drowned and blurred, like the photo of the sea lion on the ceiling as seen through saltwater vision. My “yes” is… Read more »
Reverie
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
Life is a bitch… And love is a dog.
I wrote this post on my former blog almost a year ago. I saved it at the time because I knew there would be a day I’d want to revisit… Read more »