The Vicious Cycle of Life or How I Became a Man
The unsettling sound of a board against flesh resounded in the garage, followed by a very loud obscenity. The dust that had been living comfortably on the shelf made itself into a gray...
Read MoreThe unsettling sound of a board against flesh resounded in the garage, followed by a very loud obscenity. The dust that had been living comfortably on the shelf made itself into a gray...
Read MoreDraw me close, Amanda May, As the air around us grows Chill with Autumn’s onset. Hold me under The Dome. Let reflected light From our Capitol Fall across your face … Your fair...
Read MoreThere was nothing I loved better than the aroma of Summer in the city. The scents of soft pretzels drifted under my nose, enticed my senses. It all made me glad to be alive. I sat in a...
Read MorePerhaps it was the mixtures of cinnamon scented pinecones, or the music of Christmas that was causing my migraine, but the intense pain was slowing getting worse. Step by step, I became...
Read MoreA puff of air escaped my lips, more out of frustration than the need to breathe. Another one of my “Off Days” shot in the rump. I had just gotten a bad inspection on my car, and was in...
Read MoreWhen you were born Belinda, my world ended. ‘Say Da, Da.’ Belinda gurgled up a smile, her eyes twinkled and her small hands playfully reached up to my grinning face. A face of...
Read MoreDance My Heart I hear joy in every sound When your sweet love I found Softly and swiftly glides the time, Sweeter sings the brooklet by Brighter beams the azure sky. Arise my soul and...
Read MoreYou’ve heard of the mouse man I expect. If you watch programmes on antiques his name is mentioned from time to time. Whatever he made, a chair, a table, a piece of ecclesiastical...
Read MoreI will trot beside you In the woods of lost lives. I will sit beside you When you think of lost loves. I will lie at your feet When you wait for sleep to come. I will rejoice and squirm and...
Read More“Go-or-or do,” sung cinnamon-skinned, pretty, little Graciela up to Gordo through the sputtering smoke of his sizzling sausage cart. “Por favor,” said Gordo,...
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