Mickey sat slumped in a dark corner with Hep-C and a brown-bagged bottle of screw-top wine.
to sum the addition of pure breath moves lifetake away other abstraction in the face of strife…
To want is but a natural statedepending on that desire so dearthat swerves and twists a crooked path…
But what about me? She asked.But what about me? I replied.The only thing that’s left for usTo step away and say goodbye.
it takes a while to ageand as the years rage and swell intoa never-ending streamof fear regret and painyou begin to…