Winter in Los Angeles always hurtled into summer, barely slowing to smell the flowers. One day it is raining and overcast, the next day a heat wave bakes the sidewalk until it shimmers.
YOU ARE READING
ECSTASY
Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
