I’m a hopeless nostalgic, a homeless romantic from the Valentine state. The 48th. Some call it the bottom, last of the lower and the ass America speaks out, but I beg to differ. I say Cupid saved the best for last. Think about cactus. They grow in dirt like the rest of us, only hardly need anything to survive where everything else dies. Hell with roses, lovers oughtta give each other cacti
Ed Kearns is an American author and writer-for-hire, torn between both coasts. Born and raised in Phoenix, he grew up in Brooklyn, honing his craft to write his way home. A diverse array of his work is available here for everyday readers, literati, and clients alike. So treat yourself to something different, sit back, and enjoy!