Five minute love songs,Boston boys with red roses,clandestine kisses.
A Runaway Bride, Quick Dry Correction Fluid, Shake Well Before Use.
The earth trembles as the rusty metal chains of the old garage door growls and retreats back up into its crusty shell allowing the big man in the jet black suit to force his way into the silent, lightless room holding three glass souls that never fail to stare up at him with their nebulous […]
Thick long grey strands of winding loops move in and out escaping into the already made hoops as she casts on effortlessly, reminiscing. Knit, knit, purl, purl, knit, knit, purl, purl, knit, knit, purl, knit, knit, knit, pur–she stops. Slip, slip, slip. Her needles quiver, sharp, tense, apologetic; she forgets how to undo the mistaken stitch. […]
You sit there alone on your bedroom floor gluing the tiny body parts to your plastic soldier models. You have always liked to do that. You look up at me with your disfigured smile, while your eyes chill me to my bones. Yet there is something about them that seems to be ready to shatter […]