It’s as if I have been uprootedtime and time again in my lifeonly to realize that I was the onewho…
How long will I last, reincarnated at the bottom of the food chain?
My grandmother worked the legend shift at Denny’s, a Saturday morning struggle to keep ashtrays…
Poetry
Turning Up at the Edge
I could mess up my kids if I actually tried,turn them away from my grasp into the cold…
No One Told Me