An Appalachian writer with a penchant for depressing Russian lit. Multipotentialite. Maladaptive Daydreamer. Novel: https://goo.gl/rDJ9U1
Here’s a shiny silver space blanket,
the wire monkey replacement for
whatever comfort you once knew.
And here’s the thin institutional pallet
Death, in its great wisdom and merciless fairness, comes to us all. It even comes to our heroes and extinguishes those bright lights that have generously and brilliantly…
As a religious man,the Speaker must realizethat trading the livesof American childrenfor $170Kis a deal onlythe devil could make.He must know.How could he not?
I haven’t been writing much lately.
I seem to have misplaced my words.
Or perhaps I just have too many.
The flame flutters and twitches,
dims, drips wax, then revives.
It flickers and licks like wildfire
at the dreadful advance of twilight.