I used to  be able to shape words, bending them to transform blankness into images projected on your mind. I used to be able to show you what was inside of my head, how all the complications connected show you my the model I used to learn about life alternate between the real world and … More I Used to be a Poet

It was hard to continue to be his friend.  He had made it clear that he didn’t want anything more from me then my friendship and that he didn’t look at me in that way.  Was it his fault that I had a huge crush on him?  Should I penalize him and our friendship b/c … More The Friend (non-erotic)

The trip had been long. Delay after delay had me waiting hours in the airport and then hours on the plane at the gate, then the run way, then we circled then we waited after we landed. why does airplane air smell like used socks? I pushed my way off the plane desperate for fresh … More the Ride