by Kim Sutton Allouche Three years after our divorce, my ex-wife Michelle phoned to ask me why I’d chosen that particular time to leave her. It was just an ordinary summer, she’d protested. It was. Once again, I turned the events over in my mind. She hadn’t even asked until…
By Kimberly Scott Look at you, Miss Thang Your punctilious lips, your persuasive hips They speak to me from every angle Your lips intrigue with a passionate pout Your hips, your hips, they sway as the river Except only for me Your voice is like a nightingale’s Lovely and sweet…