You give me one of your wings so we can fly together. But I’m bad at this. We fly in circles until we have to swim home, separately, alone.
Alisa Golden is paddling around here somewhere.
In a jet over Arizona he blotted out an entire city with his thumb and wondered if God ever felt this way.
Eddie Krzeminski lives in Florida and falls in love on a regular basis.
We grew up together without ever exchanging a word. It was only after she was buried in the cold earth that I accepted her friend request.
Bryn Yoder works odd jobs while waiting for a long-lost Nigerian relative to pass and bestow his fortune upon her. Fingers crossed.