No Drama

She was stuck in the best kind of way. At the corner end of the café counter, the warmth of … More

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I wrote this under the strong influence of wine because my conscience kept telling me that nobody was going to … More

She grabbed at her gut Felt it writhe in guilt Her penance for laziness Her injustice for pleasure so…. She … More

Racing to the bar at lunchtime for a wine and piece and quiet. The wine tastes as good as that … More

I want to speak. I do speak, a lot, but more so out of turn. Perhaps I over speak. With … More