John WillowNot MuchI’ve realized it’s inevitable we grow old, and the streets change, and they tear our old schools down.Sep 27, 2022Sep 27, 2022
John WillowFoot JuiceWhy did he feel this way, walking home in the rain? Even among friends he was alone. They laughed at things he didn’t understand.Sep 26, 2022Sep 26, 2022
John WillowAge — you live then and now, simultaneously, at once.Seasons roll, here you are, again, facing December, facing the barren landscape and the hissing bus, and age pulls out that year, pushes…Sep 25, 2022Sep 25, 2022
John WillowJust SadIn the morning, she woke with a surprising sadness. Surprising not because it was unexpected — she’d had inklings of it the night before —…Sep 23, 2022Sep 23, 2022
John WillowThe Boy and the BullIn the street, there was a frothing commotion. At the head was a boy, followed by a bull, followed by the town.Sep 22, 2022Sep 22, 2022