� Sometimes I think spring lasts about fifteen minutes around here and then we're all sitting on Hell's front porch. Sometimes I think spring lasts about fifteen minutes around here and then we're all sitting on Hell's front porch. ...more � � Michelle Collins Anderson

� If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. � � John Donne

� The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. � � Andrea Gibson