tanka Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps February 05, 2015 once he slapped me, that was my past-- now fire is my future… nights disappear like blemishes Read more
tanka Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps February 05, 2015 I bit him with the scent of juniper on my lips he bit me back but never claimed me as his own Read more
tanka Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps February 05, 2015 wisteria, the murmur and sigh of a tree… when I was little was I a ghost? Read more