Over the Rainbow
Do you remember the fantastic? Well, I do. I remember the little boy, sitting at the dining room table, trying his darndest to master cursive writing. He had been taught before that letters… Continue reading
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As Time Goes By
9:43am Gudmrning! Hw ws brkfst, hve a good day @ work. 9:45am LOL. cereal isnt a meal 9:47am eggs, bacon, tomato sandwch. mmmmmh 🙂 9:50am yes, it was THAT good. 9:51am i still… Continue reading
Singin’ in the Rain
From afar, you’d be able to hear the patters of loafers as they ran to their doors, newspapers covering their hair. The mustached flower man grumbles as he packs the remaining daisies to… Continue reading
Moon River
both feet stepping on the sharp wet rocks — and six-inch stilletoes tied against the neck — wading the length of the dragon river — mascara pouring down the face to mix with… Continue reading
White Christmas
His postcards always came in, at least a day before its maximum. Together with the rest, what a bundle stacked higher than the bible, and filled with almost as much sorrow. This time,… Continue reading
Mrs. Robinson
“Mrs. Robinson, language, please,” the doctor said. Mrs. Robinson put down her teacup, quite agitated that her sharing of her latest adventures had been cut short. “Why, pardon me, kind sir. I was… Continue reading
When You Wish Upon a Star
Thou that illuminates the Eastern sky; celestial gas, queen of the deep night, thou that shines off lampposts and candlelights and cigarettes, twinkle, trinkle, tinkle star: thou that the astronomers fantasize; that the… Continue reading
The Way We Were
There was never a time more empowering than the day I left. You were sitting at the dining room table, putting cream in your coffee, as I lugged my suitcase out of our… Continue reading
Stayin’ Alive
It was peculiar; that pouncing beat that pounds the head against the drying pillars, all reflections were the mismatched pills taken quietly whenever the DJ pauses — music, magic, and ecstacy living amidst… Continue reading
The Man That Got Away
Dear — While searching for a friend of mine on Facebook, your name popped up. My browser still knows how many times I’ve opened your profile. And like an addict, I clicked your… Continue reading