I kiss your neck, working my way down each shoulder With your permission I move my hands down the perfection which proves God exists....

I kiss your neck, working my way down each shoulder With your permission I move my hands down the perfection which proves God exists....

I stand in the phone booth, a droning buzz fills the space. Flickering light on the inside matches the chains of lightning outside. Both...

I kiss your neck, working my way down each shoulder With your permission I move my hands down the perfection which proves God exists....

wp:paragraph The latest in The Damaged and Broken Collection --- "Is Suicide Painless" is starting to sell. I want to say thank you to...

Memories of that first birthday we were together occupied my sleep. The excitation of that evening. You opening your gifts. Trying on one...

My breathing is rapid. Our son is coming. My heart races.

Ernest Hemingway's economy of words style applied not only to his writing. His Nobel acceptance speech is a little over three hundred and...

"It isn’t about the number of words the author writes It is about the story the author tells with the number of words written.... " Joe...