life is sweet and what you make it so says natty dread on goldfish crackers almost stale french bread and cheap boxes of wine we make life sweet and oh so fine with an electric blanket and hot love we warm ourselves from the world outside when gas...

me, the lady of shalott is eye-locked in the mirror because i know i’m hot to trot but could it be any clearer i’m looking at me while gazing at you? how can you just pass me by without lingering a while? when you wander past this way why is it you...

this once fertile hill of fields turned-sparsely-settled subdivision is haunted with distant train whistles, tree frogs and the scent of clover hanging in the damp air where distant cars hiss down wet distant country roads or crush gravel causing...

she sauntered in like a whirlwind, small and inconspicuous kicking leaves about in an otherwise quiet corner she offered red, swirled licorice in her right hand blue skirt flailing about her waist, but there was something seductive about the way that...

perhaps happiness would come if i gave in abandoned all ambition succumbed to ruralburbia settled for a distillery job in clermont kentucky instead of pursuing loftier goals. if i had just given up my ardor of pushing harder stopped listening to...