Gone, Gone, Gone

You’re are not gone, not yet, my heart hurts bad, already.


The World, Upturned

Someday, if you wake up to find the world upturned--clouds beneath your feet and earth above your head, the water in your taps turned to wine, your heart thumping wildly in the right side of your chest, and a great black bunny sleeping soundly in your bed--don’t worry, don’t lose your head, just give me… Continue reading The World, Upturned