When you have bars on the windows of your house you...
You drilled a hole in my head this morning fresh ground...
Allelopathy, I discovered yesterday—is the effect one species has upon the...
Sometimes a painting is just a painting. Sometimes it’s more. Sometimes...
The juxtaposition of rock, decaying mulch and vibrant new plant life...
Dear Johnny, When I saw you crying in the Bell Towne...
She, the voluptuous one With the violin lips Satin mocha arms....
You saw me this morning. I was radiant in pale first...
I only want whatever lies between cockroaches and pristine white carpets...
...an excuse that is wearing thin after a year of traveling...