coated with rich syrup

August 25, 2019

We ate honey and nothing else for many summers. Our throats, coated with rich syrup, formed heavy lustrous words and our skin glowed like our sustenance would in sunlight. We knew no taste but sweetness – sweet tongues and sweet eyes. We lived on gold; it was only ever gold flecked honey that oozed from heaven.

bee sting

May 24, 2018

Living is a little like licking honey from a bee sting.

Gray Wolf

Do you believe him…?

November 19, 2017

Just how I like them…

February 1, 2017