There Was Only Morning I had always betrayed God, even when I knew him. I’d been out here longing for the slow jam, the dark dance club, your wrists, watch the way her left hip flicks when she dances
Ten Cents Second in line lives in your pocket she'll click when your knee aches and jingle when you left-hand-jostle to remind yourself she's there her olive branch is right next to her torch for you
The Engineer with a Worried Mind By Emily Louise Perkins Written for Clint Zugel Virtually Produced by Primary Stages A city street Nighttime All is quiet We see the chest and chin of a man He is walk