His Laugh Is Made If Porch Swings

I Never Listen To Music When I Write.

He Continues To Smile Expectantly. I Take A Step Back. I Don't Want To Catch Whatever He Has. He Is A Disturbing Out-of-uniform Santa.

Once I Decided To Write, To Be Published, I Knew It Would Happen.

I Hate Feelings. Why Does Sobriety Have To Come With Feelings?

Miracles Do Happen. You Must Believe This. No Matter What Else You Believe About Life, You Must Believe In Miracles.