i could love you if i wanted could smother you with the fast burn of wildfire passion that sweeps right through and steals your soul. ...

How could I see the smoke signals you were sending me when I didn't even notice that our home was on fire -- April PAD ...

She breathes fire the smell of singed wood the subtle soot sitting on happy words  It lingers in the corner of her e...

It's been awhile since I wrote about our house fire in July 07, but it's always therapeutic and my thoughts about it are still evolv...

I left a trail of tears behind me. Thankfully, they snuffed the fires.

The smell of singed wood still gives me chills. Three years have past.

My street is blocked off and red lights flash and bounce off of the shabby houses of my neighbors. I've been drinking and singing at a k...