Rain, and a fight with an old friend.
Sober, which makes it worse. Nothing
taken back. You keep drilling, can’t
stop. Into the molten core. Rain sizzling… 132 more words
8 months, 3 weeks ago
We sit outside at the splintery picnic table
where Uncle Stefan gets hammered daily
since he lost his teaching job, his students
carrying him home drunk one last time. 346 more words
As light-hearted as kids dancing in the rain.
As timeless as fish drifting in the sea. 86 more words
2 years ago
Digging into other people’s lives 66 more words
a big beard
is looking down on me 65 more words
the cryptic words are no mystery anymore. 103 more words