Flash ProseWind.It is not my job to please another. Nor yours for that matter. In southern Arizona he wind is still blowing and my face is warm from the...
Flash ProseThru the GrayIn a world of black and white I see permeations of gray. Likely some holdover from long ago when love hid in disguise behind a simple...
Flash ProseMaybe I am the one you don’t want.Tucked here in my chair of regret, of hopes and aspirations. You see, I know what it’s like to hate yourself. And to love yourself. To be...
PoetryI am not a cowboy,and I don't profess to be. That title belongs to others. Me? I am somewhere between horse girl and wanderer. Between stainless steel and...