

It Changes with the SeasonsIt isn't enough, I say, as you're rubbing my back and I'm turning away in that spot 'neath the stars where we always would layIt Changes with the Seasons
I loved you last night, but nothing today


The Time the Sun Burned OutI bend to touch my own swollen face. Cold? Seems odd, when at that shiny oak podium they are speaking of the days when I was so warm. No, not warm: flaming hot. A ball of fire with my coral lipstick, even my scalp was ignited with a barely natural shade of red.The Time the Sun Burned Out
Hell, I was the sun.
But somehow, long before I died, you extinguished my roaring fireplace and silenced my unsteady crackle. You convinced me to trade that sexy black dress in for a matronly, blue-flowered apron, one like your dear old Mum used to wear.
I still do


Rolling Hills Motel, 2007Probable cockroaches, stained sheets, the lingering, stale smell of nicotine and a quarreling couple louder through the wall than our own snowy TV set. A half-drunk bottle of some five-dollar liquor waits on the cardboard night table.Rolling Hills Motel, 2007
This room is our paradise, our little chunk of heaven. We are a perpetual nineteen, swimming through sheets and entwined in a divine embrace.
As you start to pack your things, I notice how the deep red and the cool blue of our toothbrushes at the same time contrast but complement each other so perfectly, lying in th


Stomping on AntsTrading in my light-up Keds for patent leather pumps, I breathe a sigh of dismay. My days of catching fireflies on those humid nights in July are finally outnumbered.Stomping on Ants
I see it now: I am a diligent, hard-working ant; I line up with the rest of those dark-suited specimens. A shiny black nothing, I am no different from the others.
This is our fate, this growing with age.
But, no! I snatch up my sneakers. Taking my glittery jellies and my hot pink polka-dotted rain boots from this vast pile of discarded youth and impractical
Thnks for the watchhhh!
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"The power of imagination makes us infinite." --John Muir
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