3 weeks, 3 days ago
Jane Doe Writes
As you walk up to me,
The smell of cigarettes and Manhattan linger,
Whispering the screeching of subway cars
Standing clear of the closing doors, 126 more words
3 months ago
Sketches From Memory
I do feel quite old sometime. Parties that start after about 4:00 or 5:00 feel way too late.
I am possibly an old curmudgeon ahead of my time.
11 months, 3 weeks ago