Night Drive.

[cockaboody]

Flames on a high stovetop boiler. Flames taking shape in dancing flashes of fights and fears and frustrated circumstances bubbling in this tiny kettle. And small bodies make for quick-rising steam-so I’ll get myself far out of range before it all escapes and whistles out I’m done with this! Aggravation slamming doors. Headlights are blinding and

Comments

[vanityisntfair]

"your talent sparks an odd combination of self-criticizing envy and locked admiration in me. you can say anything"

you said this to me, once, and I will throw it right back at you- hard, and say it tenfold.
I read what you write and read and read until I'm not even sure where I left off. and then I read some more.

Your writing.....

[anonymous]

Its great to see that you still have the same flare and talent that you once had, its easy to see that your writing has improved and grown so much......its amazing.
~Donna

[b_jamin]

ITS AMAZING. YOUR AWESOME, GREAT IMAGERY. I LOVED THE PART ABOUT THE TEA KETTLE AND THE SCRIBBLED TREES ON THE ANGRY LANDSCAPE. I FEEL LIKE I CAN REALLY RELATE TO IT ALSO.