Something — one mixes tequilaw/ 25 year-old Glen FidditchIt may be 1 or 2 in the…
When I was a kid, I’d visit my aunts, uncles, and cousins in the country during the summer. When I say country, I’m…
“My mother, she slew meMy father, he ate meMy sister, Marlene ,Gathered my bones,Tied them in silk,For the Juniper Tree.Tweet, Tweet, what a fine bird am I”
I stare at my reflection,stoic with lying eyes,a flat smile, a mind distracted;information excess, truth deficiency.
Yesterday,running around, playing tagmom smiled when she saw meno expectationsno need for useless conversationswalking from place to…