You Set Fire To My

Goodbye," I Whisper At Last, When It No Longer Matters And There Is No One To Hear It But The Window.

...dreams Were Dreams And Reality Was Reality And She Felt People Were Better Off Understanding The Difference.

My Dad Was A Presbyterian Minister. Yes, I Am One Of Those Dreaded P.k.s - Preachers Kids. Be Afraid.

Clothing Left On The Bed Unfolded. Books Stained With Coffee Spots. Tabs Not Paid Until The Last Possible Second. Boys Kissed And Then Forgotten In A Week’s Time.

How Can My Ankles And Arms Be Obscene?