Offer by Juan Bautista Correa
I don’t have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger forContinue Reading
I don’t have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger forContinue Reading
Sometimes as writers, we naturally lean towards characters similar to ourselves, our family or friends, and other people around us.Continue Reading
In captivity of the cure, He laid dormant for days, Splendid was he on his feet, He tries to paintContinue Reading
We got it from her big brother Or more likely from one of his friends They were hot, spotty yearContinue Reading
It comes with a punch-drunk stroke of bad luck, and knocks the air out of your lungs; your vodka windpipeContinue Reading
Twisting and turning is all I seem to be doing lately. Grabbing at the sheets, so they replace the warmthContinue Reading
Yet again, the seating plan had changed, although this time it was for the better. Ceri was no longer pairedContinue Reading
Loving them can be free, It can be everything you want it to be, Through thunder, lightning and the roughContinue Reading








