The Airbnb was quaint and quirky and we blew in with the wind, strewing makeup bags and wine coolers across the place like our signature: four best friends, there to whoop it up.
Category Archives: Travel
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Someone Else’s Window
Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife
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A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
