He often spoke Seeming to catch himself in the middle of a sentence. Going on for short, disjointed paragraphs at a time. Filling the air with bittersweet memories of his childhood, Women he had loved and  women that had loved him. The triumphs of his life and the traumas he had endured.   He...

I had a dream once. It was quite honest. We sat outside by the patio, each of us with a cup of coffee at hand, wearing our glasses and the wind gently stroking our skin. You had on what I like to think was my favourite outfit on you: a shirt I’d worn the...

I have a bad habit of making friends with boys I like. Hoping it’s not confining. A black widow ensnaring to trap. Though I can get a lot from you Give a lot in return Take and expect giving Give and expect taking You cast your lot and look I’m chosen. Choice is what...