My, oh my, do I heat up of late must be the menopause picks up my own heart rate or else it is this sun that makes my pores dilate or...

My house burnt down but I don’t see the moon I know it shines really bright, but it’s just far too soon to say everything's okay, because...

Bring me your signs and wonders that yellow glow that simmers brilliantly below the cover of mundane no goes. Bring me your signs and...

What do I really want – but 2 descend into despair that no there where weary hearts sip comfort from I don’t care laid bare as—I swear— e...

I felt sorry for myself - a sorrow - at being able to clutch at the proverbial straws, making out that this life had a point at all. I...