Lazy autodidact and writer, and editor at Writings By Ender, a blog for philosophical and personal thought.
The sun bellowed blistering words onto my back as I left from a day’s work. Exposed skin between the…
The weary washer
Heard from the shower head
“I am God”
And believed it
Hot water struck with taut skin
George was always diligent in expelling extraneous effects from his office desk. He…