The Prize

Three good friends canoe down the Kinni each with their own bag of thoughts on their weekly escape They glide along the waters course under the veil of Whitman’s song cruising past mini rapids as they coast into calmer waters they hear a faint whistle from above before any of them see...

Movements of Morning

Breathing in aromas coffee mixed with you I shut my eyes memories flash of times past dancing to beats only lovers hear. I tuck your scent into the folds closest to my beating heart watching you sip the mornings brew exposing your chest of tattoos as you notice me ironing in my black thong you [...]