Poem: Appropriate Jealousy
When she's kissed she's alive, wanted and wanting and I am jealous. I am never alive not kissed, nor loved, not held. I am. This is…
Haphazard Housework
I tackle housework in a sort of wing it, haphazard manner. In that, I probably make more mess in tidying up than I clean. It's not…
Fiction: Denial – Kara and Etta
Written for the Lost & Found: Valentine's Edition blog hop. Kara doesn't think it's love. Not at first, not for a long time. She knows love.…