When first I saw you I was 21 and blissful. You were spewing lava: slow drools of red through the black night under a cold
Fantasy me drinks tea. She gazes out of a rain-spattered window as she savors every herbal sip and smiles indulgently at her daughter who is
I believe that stories, especially true ones, can save us from just about anything. This year, I’m going to try to acquire more stories: to save more of my dollars for artists whose names and backgrounds I actually learn.