I found this poem in my 'notes' application. It laughed as I read it because of the absurdity of its' truth. As we enter the fourth...

I often trespassed on the property behind my father's house. The roof was covered with moss, the deck wet with rot. The house was for...

I don't often crave the quiet, but summertime in the city makes me yearn for a vacation, a reprieve from the never ending ice cream truck...

My love, how we scream in the kitchen side by side in the car over dinner on the subway. Faces redden Voices raise You hush me, Why are...