escape with me, mold a new life for us, out of rough, painful clay until it is smoother than polished marble cradle me, in your palms,...

if she ever saw the new york city skyline, it would look like a similarly dotted sister, with splotches of darkness among the glamor....

Then again, at least it’s only a Tuesday, so far the worst days of my life happen to fall on Thursdays. When there’s an unassuming doubt...