Carbon Dust
Poem Life is like a burning ember crackling on the edge of an inferno but the flames never arrive instead the slow consumption of the soul when heat rises to the point of combustion...
Tagged: heat
Half Dollars – Part One
Looking back on their relationship, it’s hard to believe their first real conversation was over Heat. It was Eugene’s favorite film, and she never got through it once. Yes, it was 3 hours, but she...
