chapter 2 Sleep never came that night, and morning had our breath turning to steam in the frosty air. Dear Danny had laid across my freezing feet for the hours before dawn…I hadn’t left Palm City prepared for this experience. I was still resolute to keep heading west, car or no car. I had burnedContinueContinue reading “It’s Cold, I’m Hungry”
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Faces I see, Dreams of Me
We Lost Her
“Where I was Found is Where I Remain, a Scar on the Ground in The Land of Lost Names”©STMartin2022 ***Trigger Warning* This post contains adult subject matter such as mental illness and loss of life by one’s own hand*** ANOTHER FRIEND GONE: She is young, strong and beautiful. A gymnast, so good that she teachesContinueContinue reading “We Lost Her”
Out of the Gutter Art 