Flight Sergeant Phil Dix – Author’s Copyright Phil Dix stood alone on the deck of the ship. […]
2018. Rooftops and grey skies. Ash and concrete. I’m a runaway, running from mediocrity, surfing across ocean blues. […]
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I wake up with jello in my eyes and ears and throat.
I look up, startled to find this woman standing in my room.
Get into a sudden and irresponsibly absorbing relationship. Begin by talking online. Try to say “cool things.” Fail inevitably.
I cannot wait to introduce you to my Love, Delphalilah.