Jimmy clutched the ring in his right hand. ‘Why the fuck are you dragging me oot here?’ Lisa asked.
Trina hunched over a small, round breakfast table in a small, square kitchen…
Daylight had been diminishing, and it was not even midday yet. It was a bad year for crops. Earth had survived…
A lyrical Epitaph
Life crossed paths with me,
I grew up,With 9/11 as a bedtime story.
You pulled up unexpectedlyIn that yellow convertible,The reflection off the side mirrorBlinded me,As I dared a sideward…