“I don’t expect to be loved,” she said.
“It is too much to hope for.
At least, for somebody like me.
I know I’m plain and a bit of a bore. Continue reading
“I don’t expect to be loved,” she said.
“It is too much to hope for.
At least, for somebody like me.
I know I’m plain and a bit of a bore. Continue reading
The Scot named John Jarvie
was known by every soul
who lived within the boundary
of a place called Brown’s Hole. Continue reading
The other night I had a pretty vivid dream about an old friend. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years and apparently the separation weighs on my subconscious. I woke up and thought maybe I could share the experience but make it more universal by making it about a romantic relationship instead of friendship. Continue reading
In a time not so long ago,
this story isn’t pretty
in a place called Sin City
because it felt like the wild west. Continue reading
You’re feeling broken
and you failed again.
The disappointments
seem like they never end. Continue reading
The world is in commotion
it is only picking up speed.
Men’s hearts are failing as love
is replaced with hate and greed. Continue reading
I’m rather plain,
not smart but not dumb just not a talented girl.
But I used to think
I might have one or two things to offer the world. Continue reading
What if
I wasn’t reliable?