Jennifer Moxley

In my own mind you have put me beside compunction. Re-worked this mourning room where looking smacks of mother may I though to this day I falter when you hold tow. Throw me over your deep end with some faith next time, as if to lend some bother to the vex. I’ve always wanted ...

It’s as if to be real you and I must garner backers without a rib to call our own. We make ripples with daily effort and then suddenly flood the place with anger. Ours is the anger of the lowly, we see life from the knees up. What vision we had on that glorious day, even the ...

No, I will not fondle you willingly centurial world nor stroke your shred of decency, I hold no candles or so you broadcast, ever since you kissed my world weary decadence. Hey soldier, go flaunt your swags and jabots elsewhere this girl is bowing out, full to the glands with ...