Key West

"A down on his luck young man moves to the tropics to start over."

His butt was getting numb. Squirming around for relief had become an impossible endeavor. It had been hours since he left Miami in the bed of that rickety, vibrating pick-up truck. Brad’s legs ached and he desperately needed to stretch...

Random, changing, freeFragile, so you seeHer fairies blow in the windYour wishes fly in the breezeI'm a broken winged birdA wet little wormA colorless nothingIn this wide fleeting worldBut yet,The pulse of our bloodThe beat of our heartsThe heat in...