The pane of glass, cold on her lips in condensation, exhaling phantoms, deliberately blue, savoring the taste of the Orient until the chill burned her skin as if her lips were the last whiskey of Jack Daniel's pressed against...

Listening to blues fats baritonesAnd sassy saxNeath the chestnut moon Scrunching out notesWith sloe gin and quinine And bitter lemon's Serendipitous pulp rind In Sunday's massAbove the fault line, disownedAngels burned their shoesMelting communion waxAnd plastic churchesTheir wings slipped...

The bitchin' moon, cold-ass rock hung over the citywhere the shadows held secrets, the forbidden...Shestepped closer, her scent of asphalt and smoke. Herfingers, traced the line of his jaw, and entered hismaw where his pulse wouldn't thaw in proximity....

Wearing the same brown cardigan every daywith the sounds of nature's songand the quietest of falling leavesAutumn's shadows whistle metaphorsand memories in the woods I once playednow hearing the echoes of cricketsworn thin in my pockets wearing the same...

Tonight I am interviewing Adelphina, a crossover from DUP. Please describe yourself for the viewers so that they can get a better sense of you. I, personally, find you very interesting.I describe myself as a Latina who appreciates a...