Dave DikeMy junk drawer keeps getting fatter……but at some point a child of mine stumbles alone down a dark, garbage strew cat piss drenched alley in search of a friendly door. These…Dec 2, 2016Dec 2, 2016
Dave DikeThe children are my terror,whether poisoned, concussed, bleeding, broken, or merely ill. At times it feels like this miniature patient has been looking for reasons to…Feb 20, 2016Feb 20, 2016
Dave DikeWrite a response?I am sorry but you are alone with your pain. We all are. They — may they all rot to death in their own shit — they made certain of that…Jan 25, 20161Jan 25, 20161