The Rubber Band Theory Part I

"Get out! Get out of here! You are not my wife! How dare you sleep in this bed! I don't know where she is or when she'll get back, but get out! I don't know you! Get out! Get out!" All I had on was a slip with my hair still in rollers. I could … Continue reading The Rubber Band Theory Part I


I Take Solace in the Moon

Despite the fact that I cannot see the stars in your eyes I take solace in the moon For I can only imagine that the light it gives here Is the light it gives wherever you may be