The Hour of the Wolves
byFoot falls on concrete. White noise that lulls me back to the waking dream. Wash, rinse, repeat that fine linen suit. Keep it primed…
January, 2019
A Soliloquy to Writer’s Block:
byen are you broken?I hold you poised and ready,Yet you remain obstinately still.Fingers please don’t pout.I have told you how important you are,Even though…