When I walked through the open door amazement struck me. […]

I took you for granted with no thoughts other than […]

I speak for the moth that snuck into my closetin […]

Somewhere along this path of self-seclusion,this summer of seeing so […]

I speak for those who can’t hear there or here […]

You were a man who knew how to love I […]

I am letting the cat out of the polka dot […]

I am always making things up. Go ahead, call me a liar.

Starlings don’t belong here. They are not native, just like Californians

I love your thighs naked. Have I told you that? He almost purred the words…