Originally posted on Evan Ramos Writes:
We’d share a call and response every night, phones pressed between cheek and pillow 20.7 miles away. It was an incantation lulling lovers to pass from one consciousness to another. Your voice digitized, reflecting off faux pine towers or maybe even orbiting satellites, reached me through technologies I’d never…
The language of small talk kills me when it has to walk with death. What do your parents do? Well. My parents were professors. My dad was a professor, but he retired, and then died. My mom was a professor, but she retired. My parents were professors, but it is no longer the same kind […]
Originally posted on Storm of Ink:
Hand in hand Walking though the basket of gold Surrounded by nature’s scent Barefoot and carefree Like the precious love in our hearts Hand in hand gripping tight refusing to let go Appreciating the sound of her voice Marveled by her addicting laughter Whispering “P.S. I love you” in…
