Love is for children and dimwads.

Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.

I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.