Socraticthe slow-cooked patience of my hand belies a doubtful sliver, an instant to try my hand and fail, or never bear arms at all.Feb 24, 2022Feb 24, 2022
Porcelina CocktailYou can’t hate me now that the waves have stopped rolling. It’s not my fault you have the equilibrium of a wet noodle. Go pray to your…Feb 24, 2022Feb 24, 2022
Musings — 10.8.21The life we want is never the death we land. The breath of love is often a slight of hand. The strands of time seldom understand. The…Feb 24, 2022Feb 24, 2022
