Lightning Bolts Revisited
I sent flowers to a girl a lot of you know and plenty more of you have been curious about since I wrote about her shortly after we…
I sent flowers to a girl a lot of you know and plenty more of you have been curious about since I wrote about her shortly after we…
This place was unusually homey for a Starbucks, as there was this fall sunlight dropping in through the musty front window, where she was perched on their cushioned bench along the wall, legs crossed, elbows on her lap. She was picking at her scone with one hand and her hair was deep and dark, backlit by orange yellow sunbeams as it fell around her shoulder. She was gazing lazily at the little boy a few feet away who was crawling on his father, a strong man clad in army camos.
i mentioned a crush earlier this week, to some confusion as to that person’s location. she’s not in new york, although that doesn’t mean i don’t love you…
two years ago i wrote one of my favorite things i’ve ever written: yesterday i woke up at about ten am after about six hours on the couch…