I love you like radios love Christmas music during advent season. Romance in the season of single digits and hand holding. Hearts crafted in snow plowed from the driveway. Cold hands by mini infernos. Twinkling lights around the house. A decorated tree in the living room. Illuminating angels and sentient snowmen donning top hats. Red … Continue reading Wednesday Writes: love in winter
My melanin has hell in it, I heard them say. My music is pure foolishness; they always pay.
An apparition from a past affair.A fantasy of phantoms driving me to the underworld of undeserved worth and understated love sonnets.