"There's no such flavor
as blue-raspberry," she quips
and licks my blue chin.
cryptocurrent
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Frank D'Andrea and writers in Poets and other communities.
Upside-down shadow, penumbra over Mt. Hood; Cloudy beaver shot.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Poets
Lying on the floor, CDs are spread out around me. Some are in their cases, while others are bare. My music player softly pumps out melodies into the air.
By Amethyst Champagne3 days ago in Poets
Cheek pressed against mine, I squeeze ever so tightly, the chill melts away.
By Sandy Gillman7 days ago in Poets
Hi All! It's Doll Mommy here! How was your New Year's Eve? Did you break out your old Beastie Boys records and get down with the Soul Train get down on the 31st? 🕺🏾💃🏾Paul Revere still slaps! 😁🫶🏾
By Tiffany Gordona day ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.