The Amazing Adventures of Wonderspools

she rides the soft shoulders of daydreams inevitably sliding down to the cold pavement reality is so concrete if you’ll pard...

When is it my turn?      Life doesn’t give turns.      Life just is. There’s no cosmic queue.      No millennial lottery. Life just is,...

and the wind is blowing and it caresses my skin but not as sweetly as you would            the wind is simply the wind              ...

and the runner was the edge and the edge was soft and in that soft, that soft, that sweet and tangy sweat, hard breathing and ache;...

and the sparks flew down from the mountain and the shots rang out from the sea and he slew the restless wanderer and made himself home fo...

and when the world comes crashing in like it always do I’ll every time the sun rises paints the sky I say Hey, God well d...

that cussed white dress lulls me into security by standing so quietly in the corner of my mind hands folded behind her b...