Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
your poetry is art
Peace be with you
William
growing bounties
Vickie
Bobbi
Love the contrast between the first two airy lines and the second pair which for me despite their glory, too, have an enigamtic undertone.
John