Momma

Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma

Portmanteau

"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau