Her Eyes

Fiery red hair And hips to make a nurse swoon But her eyes My God, her eyes were a thousand falling stars and the ever pulsing tide of the mighty ocean. Deep and tranquil and yet raging with the murderous chaos of freedom. Somewhere in the middle of God and Satan’s feud over humanity, they…

Fireworks

I used to go on a lot of Tinder dates. For me, they usually lacked any real passion or connection. They had a banality to them, a white noise hum like a fluorescent light. I didn’t want to date a fluorescent light. Call me old fashioned but there’s a certain spontaneity and excitement in going…