Western Seagull
Lenore Weiss
10/06/2015
Beachcomber, the sting of salt water on your wings grey garbage collector raking portions from the undertow of my thoughts.
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Beachcomber, the sting of salt water on your wings grey garbage collector raking portions from the undertow of my thoughts.
I rendezvous with my online dates at either one of two places. The first is near Lake Merritt in Oakland, which provides ample time to sniff each other out and
A word sings past a chime of cascading leaves flows outside a slight breeze cousin to the first breath two syllables a holy mantra bathed in cries shuttling life across
I’m not proud about online dating. Why would I want to brag about trying to find loving companionship after searching through profiles and photographs and exchanging emails for much too long? The
One evening as I was minding my own email, an online dating site informed me that I had a message. I clicked a link from successfulman56 and read, “Hello beautiful.” Anyone who calls
I scrubbed each kitchen tile with vinegar, doused stainless steel appliances with cleaner to remove all streaks, lemon-oiled the two halves of the dining room table and pushed them back together, dusted