OCEAN VIEWS
I’m bored of tides, and tired of birdsand conversations tending into bleaknessso let the waters rise, and leave us both submerged
A Lost Prayer
Late July The music was still playing when Dalton Changoor vanished into thin air. Marlee, Dalton’s young wife, had only realised he was gone when the winds swept up the yellow tarp that usually covered his red Chevrolet pickup. The tarp now thrashed
