Sawyers in the Sun

Dec 5, 2014

Why was I suprised? I had created, fed, watered and encouraged the monster. Each year, with a heart primed with ocd combined with a major s...

I sit here resistant. My hands type but my mind locks up . . . what will my hands tell you as they stretch out among this keyboard? T...

His bite of rice was met with a question, and his answer far from ordinary. A group of us sat on a conglomeration of raton furniture and fo...