Lost Limbo Posted on May 2, 2017 by joerayw Reply It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped. But it’s something. And now I’ve lost that limbo. After seventeen months, a new record. Advertisements
Carved Posted on October 28, 2016 by joerayw Reply He likes them traditional. It’s easier that way. She likes them cute. It’s adorable that way. The pumpkins like themselves without holes. With innards. And not spending nights burning on the inside. Don’t we all?
Untitled Posted on March 13, 2016 by joerayw Reply Dancing in the dark. Some time in December. Some time in the past.
Sound Asleep Posted on September 24, 2015 by joerayw Reply Hey, are you sleeping well? What’s with all those vivid dreams? Why don’t you take some pills? No more dreams, no more thoughts. It’s what I do. You’ll never sleep rough again.
Fixed Posted on August 29, 2015 by joerayw Reply There will always be cracks, but as long as the purpose is served, it’s okay.
Broken Posted on August 24, 2015 by joerayw Reply It only takes the slightest touch for something to completely shatter. And who will be there to pick up the pieces? Who will be there to avoid getting cut?
Molly Returns Posted on August 3, 2014 by joerayw Reply 23 days in the wild. Found in a shed, now she’s back in her bed.