Fish Tale
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
Perfect Morning
The back door sticks on humid mornings.
Briefly and Completely Mine
I log none of this. That is new.
The Sacramentum
She opened her mouth.
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
The back door sticks on humid mornings.
I log none of this. That is new.
She opened her mouth.