The Writing of N.R. Allen
I was talking to my six-year-old and referred to him as my son.
He stopped and proclaimed in a loud voice, “I am SON! KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN!” 6 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
an old man stands on a bloodless altar,
silver spades gleaming in his eyes.
he parts his hands,
raising his fists to the defeated sun, 46 more words
1 month, 3 weeks