I am the eyes of my master. He is the important one, not me. He is who matters, though there are times when I wish he would show me…
The old man sits on his front porch, a wedding ring inside his fist. She’d passed. Fifty-five years together. She’d gone in her…
They called me Wrigley, but that was a long time ago. Back then I was white…
While coming back to his home, the man had stopped off at a store and picked up a place…
So me and Google, we’re like, walking and stuff, you know, down a sidewalk on a sunny day. And I say, “Hey, Google…why is…
