I am addicted to the press of your lips against mine, to the tremble of your fingers against my skin, to the sound of your voice as you fill me up. I can’t stop tasting you on my tongue even after you’ve gone. Even after months of wanting, I can still feel the ghost of […]
The ache radiates from unknown places, and I’m not sure what I’ve become because I’m sad for losing something I should never have wanted, something I shouldn’t need. Something is broken inside me, falling into dark shadows toppling through shattered windows or doors or something I’m not sure how to name. But now I’m making […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
The Works of Lori Carlson
