You can spend four hundred nights alone. Content to be alone, but a longing is there. If you’re unaware of this longing you’ve never truly been alone,… Read more “Prose 2”
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Prose 1
It was easily seen and impossible to forget. The straight angles of your face and the curved lines of stunning emotion.
Through a Land of Giants
We took off from the murder motel as early as we could, neither of us really getting much sleep, but both of us excited to get to… Read more “Through a Land of Giants”
Roots
We all start growing them somewhere
Murder Motel
It was a good start to a great trip. An Xuyen Bakery, for the best Vietnamese Bahn Mi sandwiches you can buy, along with the best iced… Read more “Murder Motel”
