Quill Pen & Parchment
The loud music reverberated. Four beer bottles clinked. The speedometer hit its 160. The car swished across the streets.
That night, the new year of the beggar ended at the pavement.
2 months ago
Watching myself through an oblique lens, I’d blown to the four winds. Defragged like a faulty hard disk. Mid-40s, degree, career …now stealing food off strangers’ plates and sleeping rough. 363 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
Reflections by Doc Arnett
On my hurried way to where I’d left something
that mattered to me,
I passed him by—didn’t look him in the eye—
as he sat huddled in a rumpled blanket… 391 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
I was standing in line in a coffee shop, waiting to place my order. I was third in line, the end in sight.
A voice came in my ear. 391 more words
3 months, 4 weeks ago