The Guavas Weren't Ripe Enough His Ambitions Were Surely The Sun Too Craved Laziness He Never Did Through Mud Filled Paths And Fresh......

I Hold You In My Green Skin With A Compassion So Strong As To Cause A Forest Fire. And I Hold You In My Fragile Lungs With The Pain Of One Hundred Stones Aimed At A Village Liar. I Hold You In My D…...

The Wife Urged, “ We Need To Talk!” The Husband Said, “Yes, Why Not.” The Wife Whispered, “It’s Private.” ......