White Iris

I see her eyes wander from the floor to the ceiling and I can tell that she feels trapped. She has been kept captive in the same bed for months and I can’t save her. I caress the smooth translucent skin on her boney fingers because I figure if I can’t verbally make a connection,…

Whiskey Brewed

Him and I come from the same place. Birthed from rain and placed in each other’s worlds; we flutter around smiling at the sky. When we drink we become this way, we become ourselves. We are whiskey drenched and stained with the knowing of what this sensation can bring us, and we willingly let it….