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
A somewhat comprehensive snapshot of depression.
Like most love-struck humans, I often fantasize about my ex. The one that got away. The one that should have been kept at arm's length.
How many rose petals should I pull apart before you love me? If I could only love you in my dreams, how long should I sleep?
My tongue gets tied at the thought of trust and trouble tumbling together in turmoil
A quick announcement regarding the first volume of my third book.
Is it love? Or is it real? Enchanted, ephemeral experience. Taking root in the cracks of the cardiac. It comforts and attacks. It extends and contracts.